faultline on the railroad tracks

______________________________________8:23am_______________________
_______________________"you feel that?"_______________________________
_____________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________
_____________________the earth moved________________________________!
_____________________________________________________________________
________________________________________"it was a car on the over pass"
_____________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________
____________________________"naw it was an earthquake"_______________
_____________________________________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________
___________the railroad ties unfastened_____________ ____ _ - - _ - _
_____________________________________________and the morning AmTrak
rushes bye__________________________________________________________
____________________________________________________________________
_____________________"see, I told you just the railroad earth, like Kerouac
and Neal, or the Gut under bellies of America still working after all
these years"__________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________
_______________________...and we're to pity the poor and admire the rich._
___________________if I had food then I wouldn't complain about much_
________then, if I had a job I'd be eating regularly_____________________
fate remarked oddly, when he put me on this earth, to be a_______
man________________________________ chained to the_____________ word;
__________ wisedom kissed my forhead and I was ________________ALIVE!_
this was the rant---ramble-rave--- of the town the talk of the wished upon stars
of ___________________HoLlYwOoD
while I see bums wake up every morning
to their scattered treasure chest of clothes,________________________________________________________________
___________________________________________ boxsprings, chairs, and broken bikes
graffitti stained walls with wet paint...aRt shinning through the despair_____
about the time you're having your morning coffee at STARBuck$__________
he's letting his pants fall down in front of millions and they don't flinch or even
look, they're devoid of suffering they know not of the human experince anymore.
_____________________________________________________________________________
then there is me................................................................................a house bum-hermit
that should be out on the streets pushing carts of trash with a smile, forced.

computer died what a life it is

my computer died
but this little light flashes
like a glimmer of hope,
saying you might wake up in the morning to find it fully
operational and functional.
l
...but I sit with stolen moments on my roomates computer typing you this quick little rant...like a concentration camp
memoir, only the day is black and light is false.
when the sleep gets heavy on my eyes then I'll pass out to the worriesome cold that capusaltes my hellish figure.
_____- dante saw his vision of flames (still need to finish that peice of work but its so boring)
the sufferings of man due to his impoverished ponderings
of the afterlife.

joy and sorrows

as to say
this is a
upside
______- down
purgatory walk of
test
taking
bewilderment

nasty dream...and you're in it

had
a
nasty
dream
with

____an ex

(battle wounds)

sending me text messages
attached with
photos

of her

masturbating


I thought...

(that's a bad dream?)



...yea

she's a

_________headache

just waiting

to

happen

got to pouring another white Russian

and told myself

the cream
is

going to kill

you

sure

enough

a
pencil thin shit

leaked

out

and

blood

was

attached
this morning

(thinking she sent you pictures
of her perfect ass in the air
and all YOU can think about
is how awful
YOU

got it,


____________________ schmuck)

God, man, and the female mistake

"... I think it's spelled

with an...S"


what like

superficial


no, no like
super-hoe
the BDP
song


Scot-la-rock


yeah, man that's it....


super


Hoe

hold that thought until i shrink back...

recovered
from a hang over
the brake shop
had the
car


I had my blues

bad baby -broke
luck
stuffed in a notepad

skipped lunch
and headed
for the
bar by
_____________________noon
___________I
_t-h-i--n-k____
tomorrow I'll
look for a
job

I heard the place on
... ,_______________________________________________ um
23rd street was

hiring.

a cafe'
where I'd be able to
eye the young
hopeless
art
chicks

brushing up on their
hard starving
life
with a lonely
latte'
and laptop
foam
on their upper
lips
showing

that
mom and dad
sent
them
another
check
for the rent

and money was dwindling

me in
apron
hardly
seeing
a glimpse at the
typewriter
the keyboard
collects

someone

Else's


inspiration

Death of make up

----------
disposable
flesh tone
flawless
skin


you remember
when
we're
just children
I'm not sure
where
we
made
that
wrong
---turn*******

but
I'd like to
go ___k_c_a_b

___))))))))))))) _______((((((((((((((( the pile of leaves in the front
lawn
and the sprinklers
running
full blast
on brown
California
lawns
we'd jump through them as if
they'd
melt us
and that was the smile
and laughter
on
our
little
bellies

the eyes are giiving out and the drugs are wearing off

I better go get another
beer from the frig
"you know we could be the next Neal and jack!"
he said

"naw, us?... com' on yur druunx...yoou don'ts evend naw wh ut yur talkin' bout
they were mad crazy kicks man, we're new wave hipsters with no luck, fuct by tech no ology
my frrriennd"
I slurred back.
it was my fifth beer and after the bong hits
the pipes the pills and the occasional blow jobs
I thought- I could be Kerouac's ghost broke, restless and confused
shot in the dark it just be
holy-God-Christ toying with man kind letting them know
he doesn't shit around
with no talent
fools that forgot the railroad
but my railroad of the dirt-dust-to-ash-grave
is covered with graff
and the new rhythm is still
black fueled hip hop with a hustler and
dope dealer's Iceberg slim-pen


but again
who am I to say
what

I



AM...