CHRISTEN

   the BEJEEBUS

out of 

  the GOD forsaken

  forsook

kooks 

Yeah yah ya 

You've got a friend 

James Taylor

  Sumpin

 somethin 

  Sumthin 

BS 

 Nah

No 

Nope 

Not 

Today

 Okay maybe 

  today 

Yup

 I get tired pretty easy

by 4 in the afternoon 

I'm pretty much done

I guess from getting up at 4:30 in the morning 

Yawn!

Stop the presses!

Old man tired in afternoon!

Newsweek Tired Man Of The Year!

Sorry not me 

tired of the bullshit

 

 Christening the flower pots

of sunshine

and made up poems of death

With praying mantis

Wives

eating the heads of their mates

and smiling and ordering take out chinese 

and getting mad about the sui mai

being too salty

 

 

Gray sky

gray morning

gray ocean

gray emotions

Yellow

Orange

Blue 

Fuck you!

I live in gray

Get out!

Horrors of Hellhounds 

Named Spot or Farley Mowat

Who are you?

Grey Greystone Jr

Or the Third

I forget who my father was

I remember mom

Hubly she said 

But that was wrong

Death dream with her old bf

Mom wasn't exactly a talker

Grey-

Grey moms give grey births

Never a story 

Never shared shit

Nothing to say

But she always won

That card game about improper things

I forget its name 

 Grey

Flowers of death

Christian death cult

Renounce life 

Flagellate yourself to the canyons of shame

Or not

Hah

 

 I've got itchy armpits

My eyes are going

My legs are okay

My metabolism has been stabilized

I've lost weight

I quit heavy drinking

Smoking

Drugs

All the fun stuff

Now I'm old and feel tired most of the time

I like driving

Moving 

Keep

Fucking moving

If a place ain't happening / SEE YA!

I like babies and dogs

Goats are okay but not very cuddly

Cats are nice but weird

Life kinda sucks but 

I got it pretty fucking good

 I cant explain why

don't fucking ask

the soldiers surround the house

they shoot out the porch light

and laugh

you know they're a bunch of assholes

you turn on the radio

KPOO is blasting some jazz blues African disco

You fix a martini and have a seat

let the fuckers come

 

 There's no ache like tomorrow 

Your pants are green

Some people don't care 

You try not to worry

But forget about it  it's like getting mad at clouds

Some people

Some people  

Some people  

You jump in the car and DRIVE

GOT TO GET AWAY!

But you're still in need of coffee

and nicotine thank you

the little things make you happy

a parking spot not cleaned until Tuesday

An elephant that knows your name

a dog on a beach who you give cheese to

and he follows you around the whole time

you give him a name and throw sticks

he chases them excitedly but won't put them in his mouth

smart dog

 Fortunate 

privada 

lose your tomorrow 

Anyhoo

Don't try 

Ya can't fake it

Till ya make it

That's just a made up fakenstein 

built from dead parts and 

called my creature

who's "Alive"

He'll drown that little girl

Hide beneath the fire

drink with the blind man 

Who fiddles

Until he turns into 

some actor

"I was gonna make espresso!"

 

 Michael McClure 

as Wolfman 

on the cover of a poetry book

brought me in here 

I can't find it

Wait for the full moon!

 pork chow mein

making me sleepy

double espresso isn't helping

or maybe it is

 Fat legged

shorts guy

with a gut 

and black glasses

and a baseball hat

 words bore me

reams of bound feelings

emotions

Bah

 I sit it in the poetry room

of City Lights

and try to think of poetry 

Nope nothing