I didn't steal the

         MaryJanes it twasnt 

     I  - but the feeling remains

        Of guilt!

   Fucking GUILT

    FUCK YOU! 

 Phew

    Okay then where were we?     

Why 

Did he spend so 

Much 

  TIME

   writing such 

Obtuse

    Nonsense?

No one knows. 

 A giant ache 

of yesteryear 

   Like hole in the knees jeans

        See I saw it 

      The reign of error

                                Convincingly erroneous

Stapled to your thigh

      Brigands of the bypass surgery

        Crying for the 

  Sweet relief

Of Merry Widows

   And a new life

Great cavalcade

of humans 

 Spilling forth

    Like from the mouth of some cave

     Eager

 Hungry 

Laughing

      Angry

 Stupid 

 Shy 

 crying

    Instructing with loud voices 

   Shaming

    Dancing 

      Wearing clothes

 And 

   Drinking

    Her they are again

     Didn't we 

 See 

Them so

      Salty

 And death defying

   In their certainty?

   

Stolen Divisions

  On Main st

     The same 

       the same 

Old 

 Yesterday

Bullshit 

 So tired 

    And stupid

     

Believe the field! 

The Beautiful Magnetic Field! 

     Rings around the sky

     Of eyeballs with wings

           

Diving amorphous peripheries

     Sanctioned by the 

Never ending tale of comity 

      Like flies in a barrel

   A jellyfish in the tub

   A frozen finger on the dashboard

 - best to not think about it too hard

       Try to let the hours wash over you 

      As a field of tired greats 

   Well somewhat greats

  Are imprisoned in the past 

Watching tv shows they care not for

Care not for

        Are you talking about yourself again

   Who is in the backseat 

   Oh it's just a vacuum 

I borrowed it 

I left a thousand embraces

         Curtailed the soul

      Bylined by the antipathy 

Of fundamental variances

   Staged a coup

    With the mystics

Of Sardinia

         The time was nigh

So too were the sea lions

We painted our boats 

A bloody red 

      And laughed as the beer spilled 

      Treason was at hand surely

 But we watched sunsets 

   At Dunsmuir factories gates

    And stole the tired walk 

        With a handful of options

    Try don't try do don't do 

      Somewhere the keys were mislaid 

     In a bin of rubbish

   

Centered

On ambiguous promulgation

The nether region

     Legions

        Sycophants say what 

       Then go to jail   

Don’t pray

   For anyone’s failures she said

    There’s mysteries too deep

              For the fragile ice 

Of your judgments

I skated away

Torn failure

       Fever minded

   Scrotum faced 

                             Mugfug  

Oh that’s not nice 

Be brave

     Lost mitten for the 

              Kitten 

 And the cat

          Stay clear 

       Fingers are important

             Read carefully

        The aluminum necked

              TB

                                                Got that certain twang

Sidle up to the bar

For another gin & tonic

 A casket of forgiveness 

   We stopped where the trees began

Here she said

   We dug and dug

Deeper and deeper

   And then words were said

    No one cried oh maybe a little

 Then we buried that forgiveness

For it was dead

 Prayed for the Moses of toes

Prayed for the lily white seasons

Prayed for the bowed and the blowed

Prayed for the raisiny crows

Some far

Some near

See the signs 

Of the raisiny crows

What do you 

A foreigner in my mind 

Have to say

About these things

I am interested 

Stop at the store

A fine kettle she said

You've stolen the light 

And now she's dead

Pray for the mixture

The fixture

The field

Pray for the hassle

The topsail

The yield

Pray the godawful

The dirt

And the greed 

Pray the essence 

Of mercury

And mead

 We crept from the foul mealy mouthed authors toward the door.

The sunlight was like baked Alaska cold on the inside.

My knife was lost on the cliff so I bit thru the leather straps.

I remembered the down filled comforters and the winter sunlight in San Francisco. Too easy. 

We harvested the lobsters who had climbed over the barricades. One said his name was pituitary and he had worked as an optician. Or was it optometrist?

Time circled back and left us cramped and thirsty for wine. 

 I lost the battles.  

    But the war was fun.

   We hopped a freight to rigormortistan stiffened up a bit

   Al said the shops in town suck

   No Cuban cigars 

   No Abba Zabba

No RC Cola

   Amber said we should sell the children.

But I’m not ready for that.

Still they are a noisy bunch.

I’ve 

Lost the taste 

   Of light shows 

   In New York

    Fine pickled embraces

   Like a cowards goodbye

         We stir the transient liquid 

        And caress the airwaves

        Stop thief 

 But no luck

         We run off laughing

Into the darkened streets

Of yesterday 

 What did I do today

Where did all the Martians go?

Some like raspberry jam others say the seeds get stuck in their chromium di-axial chambers

Still we try to get thru

The other ones went quietly

Why can't we all just eat donuts

And feel slightly sick

Or happy

Or 

What did I do today 

 Create the Magellan fireworks

Light show

Bombarded in Yemen

 There’s little to no hope of confusing what should be with what aint 

I’m not returning to the scene of the crime

My fingerprints are everywhere

-On the back of your neck

Gander deeds

     Awake!

Or go back to sleep

Ya toothsome vanity

   Snorkeling with suits and Clark boots

     Gasping for storied winds

 Of Macbeth 

 Skull at the ready 

   Seek!

   The coins are for the boatman

     I kinda look like Brad Pitt in Troy