21.

Hyep don mattah 

  all ope is gonn

Some are going

    he got in in Croatia

    some are headed to Espana

but it don't matter

  URUGUAY

good water

   Healthcare is cheap

We got a problem

But we can ignore you

And that's what you hate the most

  Oh never mind...

Some are goin 

To...

We leave you behind

 22.

Sweet love

Oh sky and sea shore line

Mountains Road Highway 

   A goat on the road 

Bleats

   And climbs the dirt away

To some secret home

The rain has stopped and sun

   Is blasting thru clouds

   Of the ocean

The Essex is long gone

Books tales remain

    Of the violent whale 

Whose family was slaughtered

   He bashed the boards until it sank

    But there are crepes and bagels 

Hot coffee and ice cold orange juice

(Not from...)

The roads washed out again

300 miles around

   

 23.

I can hear the rain

   Hey ho

I'm rain

     Blood rain

       I'm drowning in my days

My veins

  Are filled with dry pain

Dry ice 

   And 7 up

It blows by

    And drips

I'm eating granola 

Laying in bed

    Should I close the window?

Nah

 24.

I collapsed 

      A birds shadow

On a too sunny day

          in November 

Dusty 

   Dusty 

  dead days 

The where with all

        Of 3rd and Market

Asphalt patches

   Old buildings

Standing outside the liquor store

    Wondering where

all that noise is coming from

We tried to go up the elevator

   But wouldn't let us in

Flashed lights 

    And siren

 25.

The nights

     Sweeping sturm 

And drang 

       Pinochle 

   Ghost Dog

The peppers

   Fly 

   Bye now 

 Buy

The masked crusader 

     A blue and yellow cape 

Masked marauders in sideshows 

      They catch them with drones

  And seize their cars 

 But what if they're stolen

Nah let's not go there

   We need a break

 26.

Remember the fries?

    Like cradles

And cans of old paint

    the street is filled with women

on their phones

    REMEMBER!

What?!

   Slide

   The 

  Tongue 

  Tippy

Rose

   letters on acid 

days 

    Sneaking a peek

   The right are marching

 Ka- ROOM!

    Bail the night

Eyes

   Braille the 

Night eyes 

Blind

The guitar strings 

  Are old and

Dirty sponges

 

 27. 

Angel of the dirt

        Wood boards

Moms in her chair

     "Did you see that guy?"

   The Rockefeller of Ferlinghettis!"

   Don't

pass out

   drinking

Soda pop

   manhattans

In a tiny bar

    "What do you do?!"

"Well, that's a problem."

   The cat watched 

  A cartoon

  With mice

 

 Gorped a 

 Caged cocaine head

Jeez loueez 

Charged with 

Concupiscent

   Third street blues

  The sweeper 

Tags the loud road

  Of path of good intents

Left to

   dry

In Manitou

    shoes 

The Gershbergs

  Of Miami

the grades 

    Of shine

 We left Mantua

And Padova

And made Verona 

With a window looking out

On northern Italian bricks and sunlight

And Rotting roofs 

The bed horrendous!

We sunk into the center laughing

I went to use the wc and walked into a family's apartment

Grandmother and daughter, cousins, and boys caught fighting, uncle holding a bottle grinning, their faces like a painting

 Pierro Della Francesca

They were surprised and they laughed.

My startled drunken expression 

"NEXT! Next ...door!"

 I saw a gal today

Thin with black hair

By herself in the restaurant 

She avoided my glances

There was every opportunity 

She spread her legs black pants

Black boots

White shirt

Black jacket

 You had a name

Boney Maroni

Legs like Italian pasta 

A green Volvo with broken windshield wipers

You stopped for directions

But no one knew what the fuck you were talking about

It started to rain and didn't stop for two weeks

Oh Sardinia

I should have listened to DH Lawrence

The hotel was soggy but the fried squid was hot and good with garlic and bottles of red wine.

 Egregious 

Remonstration enveloped

By the coal burners

Their eyes blackened

As their lungs

Hungry for bacon and eggs

Of their mamas apron strings

And daddy's lashings

Cheering on the smear the queer

Eying suspiciously the candelabra clad

Pinochet Pinocchio 

An apple for your thoughts

But lies are all you know

I was once a Stoney brine pickle

 'For Ezra Pound'

I'm going to passism 

on your Fascism

 A break in the kink

  The armor is gone

Tanks and jeeps like pine knots 

  Stewed tomatoes and wieners

    A raccoon hat and a sargeants stripes 

   A broken chipped arrowhead

   In the birches 

Near Big Sandy Opening

 You said let's watch TV

  So we woke the bear from his hibernation 

 You shot him from your hiding spot in the tree

"I ain't going back!"

No one asked.

 There's no mouse

Creeping around

While you try to sleep

You've warned him

But your threats can't compete 

With a warm house and piles of soft clothes 

"GET OUT!"

But nope

 

 ruthless caribou fortress

Embrace

A treetop sap hands

Old dryers in a forest 

Resting and rusting 

Miles from home 

A shoe in melted snow mud

Your sister's