oh my clicking on a mirror

the long–––-est
minute
a clock
can stand
still for
is...

the shortest...second
death gives


if you want to sound deep

piss in a bucket
filled
with cats

and
as they claw to reach the rim
shoot yr stream

across
the
brow of their forheads

after that
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::ShAkE
the
grandfather
clock till
bedtime

wishful%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%blue morning
escape till noontime and sleep
with a woman who cares for yr well #begin
over yr pocket
.
.
.
book

that‘s


ENLIGHTENMENT

sitting around doing everything from...

"...soon we won't need
human contact."

THE COMPUTER SCREENS

GLOW

tricked into this life
of self
reliance

on the e-mail

preachy verbs
past tense
tensions

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX...broke
`````````````````````````perplexed
____________________________shamed
*********************humiliated

hyper-case-sensitive

tear-drops
typing paper
manuscripts

Fame

is

not

around everyone's corner
opportunity
no longer knocks

sad clowns
minimum
wage
uniforms
and
pretentious
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::smiles
long live
:::::::::::::
:::::::::::::
:::::::::::::
:::::::::::::
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;..................................................
the corporate sellout---who got his chips
saved in the bank

no............................................................ dime
no________________________________ dollar

fat belly dancer out of work

when I was a child my mother hit me with a dog chain
_______________
I was out of line----------------
-------------
when I was a young---------________ boy

a neighborhood ::::::::::::::::::::::::kid
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;:;::::::::::_______---––––
-
--
-
-
--
-----------
showed me
33333333§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§
pictures of nude women
^°°°°°°^°°°°°^°°°°^^^^^°°°
taking showers**************

we walked in on his parents having sex
>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<>>>>>>>><<<<<<<
i was no older than 5 or
6
.
.
.
taught pain
and sex:::::::::::::::as agony and defeat
ääääääääääääääääääääääöööööööööö
I'm now a man
waiting for
pain and depraved recessed
sexual?????ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßß tensions

to write me a
$$$$$$$$$$$
masterpiece.


maybe if :::::::::::::::...I
hurt my longings
till the°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° dawn
i would be able

to breathe
with ease

and
grace


like the smiling children
of
∆∆∆∆∆ººººº@@@@@@@@ hollywood

grey skies wet blanket

married 10000000000000000000000000000000
the destruction
of wild beast-----domesticated
clean shaven men
refuse to #drip saliva on the
backs of women #######they
no nothing

???ßßßßofßßß????ßßßßß...............desire
hidden in bushels of bamboo
sticks smoking good ganja and drinking rum
the down trotten
and poor
know plight
everyone else just comments on structure

they know nothing of
...soberity stupors
and binge dehydration

lll=========
l§§§§§
lÄÄÄÄÄ
löööööö
llllllllllllll

better get home before the clouds fall like

Rain




it's raining outside

she's upstairs
I'm starving


FAME is to seek riches

GREATNESS is to seek
hardships, pain, failure-fire and
become refined
in
to


a big ball of fury


she's upstairs
down here


fame or greatness

matters not
its about .................food.............and

sustaining the intake of breath...........

inhale

double whoppers
w/ chesse

gulp sodas

a brup.......fastfoodofdeathclutch

&&&&&&&&&&&&it matters not&&&&&&&&&&&&&it is invain((((((((to)))))))))))))))))
want anything

less

than greatness



the reign
will
eventually

stop

and the cats
and
dogs

that suffered so

will be$$$$$$$$$$$$able

to cripple stray back under a freeway overpass

and lay under the dark cloak
of shelter

old bum new shoes are far

nickel-pocket--------wine-belly
rained in mornings-windshield-wipe
skined dead dogs hang on fence
next to tarp

)))))))))))moonlight is glowing again

)))))))))))daydreamers under tree

hangs hands over head

d
espair
dangles

damn

poet

felloff
high horse

penis shriveled

she laughed at me

and I took it


my pride

is lost...

ART is FAST FOOD

____________________________LONGER
______________________________LOVE
___________________________LINGERS
______________________________LUST
_____________________________LICKS
______________________________LEGS
______________________________LIKE
_____________________________LIMES
_________________________________&
____________________________LEMONS
____________________________BITTER
_______________________________BUT
____________________________BUTTER
____________________________BEHIND
__________________________BISCUITS
_____________________________MAKES
____________________________MESSES
___________________________MASSIVE
_____________________________MONEY
___________________________MUNDANE



...IT WAS A MONDAY

writersworkshop

HE THINKS

HE'S... "HOT SHIT"



"H
E

IS



__________________HOT SHIT"
.
.
.
Writers
workshop...

dustybeattapes and microphones

running through all my collected memories;I keep finding these beat tapes
my old homie Aoneder use to make for me
and it brings this smile to my face when I get to thinking of
the beat tapes my homies get from me


I'm still making these tapes

its like a child
when I discovered my dad's old stereo and
used my headphones for a microphone

I'd do these little skits
of radio shows

and I thought to myself

where are you going with this????


years later
(progression)

I'm still making these little tapes
of

beats and raps
and sending them to people

who like that kinda of stuff


its the most fulfilling thing in the

world


static................


(((radio shows....with yr host)))

I'm here

now with deep old scratched

voice.....................

%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%CRACKED, HUMBLED, DEFEATED.....i MADE BEAT tapes
FOR THE deead...SOUlS of TTruckers....Highway music....""

A Masquerade Walls: The Wires Are Crossed

A Masquerade Walls: The Wires Are Crossed
CA does an amazing job of
painting this poem
on
the back

of

mind..........read it
)))))))))))))))read it
or............read anyone of his pieces

dead souls send out for coffee and cake

they sat talking of

good teas

dainty hats w/ flowers

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
^^^^^^^^
^^^^^
^^^^^^^^
6^^^^^^^^^
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLAST GRIN WAS OVER PASSOVER
WHEN JERRY DIED
"oh yes, so ,,,,so sad-d-d-g,gooo,d boy
Rachel's son?....""""


"no the blond girl,,mun,,,,oh, thank you....what a gentlemen charmer...Mandy


"oh that's right Mandy, he was a baby face
sweet child.....:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::""

life isn't the world

telling stories and eating mushroom
cakes by starlight


wish me the run around

jogging miles
to
find
one
old cafe to waltz
right into
these

two

old

women

talking

of

time



I WAS RUNNING
LATE

threw rocks at
windows walking home from church and
said prayers to the sky
hoping

that people would be

healed

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&(still a dreamer)

if we took money away
we'd still have a borrow system

where paper money would be junk and the only

king of the hill

would be the men who'd plan the rest of

life:::::::::::::::::::::::::TO BE
DREAMS...SWEET

VISIONS
of
the keyboard word finger tips
eyes giving out
tri-focal
glasses on rim of nose
and squinting
to the blog of
women with hand
bags to trade
for shoes

worn by dead parents
and this world

loves the sale

loves the item

when one sits sending
letters to
mother for cash
they dream of freedom from dollar bills
and find one moment of solace######################## in
a thousand w*o*r*d*s


read between the lines and fine print

we starve for
Items
and the belly aches for the
let down

lets all

sit


do
wn

and

talk this one through....