escape the alabaster plaster
the alligator of despair
clock ticking, talking
oh, where are we again . again . again .
always the same no different
you’d think it would get old
it never did
something new, unimaginable, like
another planet opposite ours also
called the earth.
what do I think has to be different or finished or accomplised or arrived at before I let myself relax
and enjoy my life and being alive and all its many blessings?
What a lovely view!
Did the beach come with the apartment or did you have it installed?
I was thinking about music the other day and whether or not the palm trees were singing to me… then,
I realized, or course not, they were just singing…. dropping coconuts on my noggin while I was joggin
on my tobaggan… oh mercy, stop me! I was supposed to meet Clara around here somewhere and bum a cigarette.
singing red flower… oh great
like the alligator ate it so flexible in his luggage mentality
he takes it all with him (every thought)
everywhere he goes.
singing and smoking cigars.
That’s just his nature nobody
really taught him anything
red as a flower red as the blood flower glowing under the summer moon
it was another time
we were calm
and there were waves.
we were fond of retiring for the evening under the listless palms and extreme hair-do’s
being distracted for a moment
by the wing-tip shoes hiding under the surreality of another fold-out couch.
Exercise: Poetry Walk: Write something down at the end of every block, at every corner,
connected to something seen or sensed in the moment.
…. …. ….
objects made of atoms
and then spirit and thought and emotion
somewhat facilitated by atoms
then transcending them
into the invisible.
i don’t go out looking.
you never know which insignificant event will change your life completely.
or which insignificant event would have changed your life completely if you hadn’t decided
to stay home instead.
…. …. ….
emotions waking up tumbling out of bed
playing listlessly then rambunctously with all my reality paradigms.
way past the proper settings
before long I may be in a fog.
Broke-down clown downtown lounge
cocktail bar of neon cigar whiskey girls
like the old days, but not quite, just a little––
or if you knocked all the tvs off the wall
Where is the tongue-fit nomenclature rewind
of fanatic personal hygene and physical
maintainence among the loose leaf
librarians stumbling down the stairways
or arithmatic and architecture into the
spring air full of song birds and
flower pollen making them sneeze
their glasses off and lose their hats they
can’t even remember where.
. . . .
I’m a walrus in the sunrise
floundering by the sea
fish flop up on the rocks
and taunt me.
I suppose they are playing
but they are slippery,
not really so easy to catch,
not at all.
waves are so delicate and frantic
so whispy and whispery and
just out there––fully revealed,
moody as they want to be,
or as the weather allows.
Crow sat in the tree pondering the
that seemed so ubiquitous but in truth
was very rare.
Road Hawk was waiting
waiting to wheel out
on another adventure
FrankenWhale RobotWhale CyberWhale
cyber clown surfing fell under the waves the whale and cyber clown
recorded then cloned
and added wings for whale to fly or swim
and increased size in geometric progression until whale became as big as
the planet Jupiter
causing gravitational disturbances and swallowing the whole earth.
a whale made of independently
robotic water molecules.
scoffs at buildings with a single thought.
has great disdain for speeding bullets.
has imaginary x-ray vision that sees into other people’s thoughts
in highly distorted and completely inaccurate ways.
song of thorns throaty songs
release form the feet to the street the downbeat the clownseat
I’m mr. wordy on re-wind
ran out of language. . . gonna try a new line
maybe I won’t ever shine just keep rolling keep rolling all the time.
dreaming dreaming dreaming
little things come and go.
people come and go.
where is the place of recent discovery.
sleepy sleepy sleepy.
what is there to say anymore.
growing up– life just never seemed to be about me. so I thought I could drift on the couch in front of the tv
unnoticed, and un-noticing — the bargain I made for not knowing how to get attention or connect.
==fountain of tooth
++more nonsense. wait a minute
––are you saying anything?
==again with the questions? why all the questions?
++are there certain answers you are hoping for?
==I want the answer that says
it’s o.k. Just the way it is.
Deep dark panthers.
Sleek graceful panthers.
Panthers of longing for tenderness
Sugar in the blood, a celebration.
Fire in the brain, a complication.
Afternoon so sleepy, and maybe a nap.
Who is running the world
in my absence?
Swirling blurprint of destitution.
Somnambulism among the clerics and hospitals.
Excuses in bulk and random quantities.
Gone fishing, for instance––or––
I didn’t know.