Someone should make 

Revisionist remakes of Tarantino's revisionist

movies which are closer to what would really have happened- the interlopers would be captured, tortured, and murdered and no one would ever hear about it.

 Who's there?!

Natecha 

Natecha? Natecha who?

Natecha! Ya know birds bushes sky air water rain etc!

Whattaya want?!

Did you order some air and water and stuff?

Umm Honey? Did we order some nature?

Um I don't think I did maybe one of the kids?

We didn't order anything

I don't care

You don't care?

I'm natecha I don't care about nuthin

Why not?

Why wood I? 

    Get it Wood? 

Okay thanks for coming by

We're always here but we're not always nice!

Is that a threat? 

Hah! Call the police! Natecha is threatening! They'll lock you up! No more natecha for you!

 I ran

through a primate contusion 

   Unparalleled by the current stock market

      the bewilderment of annoyance 

        were the every day clothes

   crying in coffee shops

   Is slightly unusual

    But sad

     I tried to use the computer

    But I couldn't do it

 And there was a weird dirty dude looking at me

Who asked 

  What are you looking at? 

I said

 I'm wondering the same thing

Fuck that guy

 French Fries

with chicken

     and cheese 

         and peppers

  Yum!

 I'm a cranky old fart

I don't like 90% of the music 

I hear in restaurants 

and it's invariably too loud

Grumble grumble 

modern music sucks!

 local barista

gal with a black 

FUN FACT

I DON'T CARE

t shirt

breaks into tears

about her absent dad

 A stream

 of phosphorescent 

        blues

        ran thru

                everything

     you are 

      the awakener 

      but your ass itches

     And you might have bugs

So do what the doctor says 

         spread that creme everywhere 

         and leave it on overnight

    And don't forget 

     to wash yr clothes

      and the bedding

 Mom's turning 94

 in May

I went online and bought

a 1964 Topps card 

of Red Sox player-

Carl Yastrzemski-

for her.

 Another Beautiful Day

   Sky's clear

   It's cool with a slight breeze

   coming off the Pacific

   Children are screaming

   and running 

   the shadows are hiding

   their secrets

   as you buy a bottle

   of booze

   And try to learn how to say

   Please don't kill me in Arabic

    "We don't say that, we just say

    don't kill me."

 There was a

frozen embryo horror

In yer pants

   So you stopped at Denny's

   and called your Congressperson 

   but the people in the booth

  next to you were too loud

    laughing and screaming

    about something the dog ate

your tears dripped

   on a Grand Slam breakfast

 They took my sandwich

   when I re-entered my country!

 a deli sandwich

    which will never be eaten

       ham and cheese

          and maybe a little mayo

      encased in a plastic triangle

      purchased at the inisuper

   missing a large M

(I actually purchased three of them

and had eaten two already)

   but I was willing to

  do my part to keep 

  our country safe and bacteria free

  I handed over the deli sandwich

without complaint

(I'd already had two!)

  and they let me go my way

without any further ado

   or bag inspection 

 

Serene

 

    by signs

     of ancient pools

         of stop signs

                  south of Napoli

    the cheap suit!

        the cardboard

                               against my stomach

        the Romany (Gypsy)

     children

        all sizes

                     grasping my arms

outside the train station

         in Rome

        The black ambassador

        saying

        "Don't take candy from strangers!"

      and actually meaning it

               after us (Jessie and I) seeing 

   a box of mewling 

kittens by the side

   of a busy

highway 

 entombed

   like Cespedes

Glory to the age 

     See 

    the dolly is for sale

    said the black man

    loading his cart

I bought Fuji apples

   instead

and 

   cheese

    and pork chops

      and raw ginger

    there's a new world 

around the corner

   

 

 My stomach felt bad

   pretty much every fucking day

so I went out

   In the fucking ninety degree heat

  Walked a half block

To the windowless Chinese restaurant 

Ordered a full order of Kung Pao Pollo 

with white rice steamed 

And a Victoria beer

  not sure what that is but

it was good -semi dark lager

Ice fucking cold

   food was good 

but so much

   para llevar 

"Por la cena?"

"Maybe late night"

 the street dog 

     white with dark tear marks

under her sad eyes

  She's kind of a fatty though

 They call her Gorda 

   I gave her some meat

      From my steak and eggs

  I don't think she even got up 

  Just devoured the steak pieces

   And then licked the sidewalk

 kicking back

head a little funny

   Zeus -ified 

   post-hamburguesa hangout

no chilis

  no poblanos

    no serranos 

I really should 

   motivate but I know it's fucking hot out there

and it will

  beat me down

also no shade at this hour

the sun is directly overhead

 who had 

  a longer time

with Herculaneum

 tithing

     A vorpal blast 

From Dairy Wueen

   And Bob Dylan lyrics

      About a volcano

    It can't all be 1985 Linda Street

And it certainly

Will never be again 

 I had no hope

   not even any dreams

Not any more

I guess it's a little late

  For that

They wanted 950 pesos for a ribeye

That's like 55 dollars

 There was a huge table 

probably a wedding group

and multiple other tables near me

  They were all waiting for their food 

I said no 

Yo pagare para los bebidos y voy a salir 

   I came across some guys drinking beer

at a hamburger stand on the sidewalk

 I got a cheeseburger w raw onions mayo and some diced 

peppers

  Yum!

80 pesos! 

 Cheap!

 The mirror 

  

   was a Bergman movie

at a cinema in Harvard Square

 I think it was Fanny & Alexander