things never change?
Good old night in the foothills watching black ancient sight cause empty infinite that is boiled down to boring, tasting bland. Stowed away on the crystal ship with the old lady, laying down from the turbulent seas. Shes calm from the doctors remedy, this new age sophisticated jalopy, now cleverly crafted to the atom all too perfect atop the wild everythings connected once upon a bribe. And down in the valley the princess and her pussy licking lips sticking to the panties dancing wildly for the prince frog cock wart sprinkled and friendly. They tangled in the mossy mushroom hollow where tall wolves scheme and smiling flies swarm the pond water cum all green and sighing in relief. That first sight lifting head from night club table, and its still bulky and corny and friendly and still simple enough to party and disco till dawn. When i finally came to i was in the Arizona red and orange canyons and rocks amongst gold shining from a gleam where the wind blows soft chrome reflection to display its modern accomplishment, but it knew its uselessness already and was straightmouthed flat look constantly driving. Eyes of the bored, they learned and couldnt forget. All white desert, too, salt wounds like coke rings around nostrils in the mad 80s’ night, some sight someone wouldnt ever forget, until the sandstorm finally wore the mind away and then suffocated the soul.
daily allotted sugar snack.
Chocolate chips. Breakfast of champs. Silly kitty on the garage licking cold while we smoke away the brainy days wasteful words, smothered in the sunlight annoyed and sassy, but calm and like a tree in the dusty day moving like nothing and cooler than any word could put on some kids stupid tee shirt. So ill blow an ass kiss and you can keep everything else cause im waiting for the man and ive got my hand out, so hand out and ill pass out. Waking up,
tile in the grout.
Great!
hot honky lips sweating beads at the barbecue. The clouds came overhead and said fuck you and cried and cried about some shitty old ex girlfriend who didnt like him to begin with cause he was so depressed all the time. I was on the numb and dumb stumbling around complaining about the south and how computers told a dark tale to the youth. Spoofed and goofing in the bathroom too trying to hustle a hard on to some hussy from Houston who came into town to see her uncle who touched her cause he aint seen such a sunny southern type with that soft accent in a short skirt and pig tails, and i tipped my hat back and said it was a damned shame she didnt want to make it so i was left to rub out the rough stuff alone and then walked home. I had grabbed a decent amount of hot dogs and hamburgers for the road and ate some on the way dropping some the were greasy through my pockets and i was so sweaty.
the cops were out front of my rock spot when i walked up trying for a dime but not this time, so i shrugged and kept on along, tripping some on the cracks in the old sidewalk, the weeds high and the roots of trees making slopes of broken concrete next to chain link fences in front of lawns. Found an old Santa cap covered in a bit of soil i gave it wipe and make my merry trick or treat with pistol and chincy mask. I made a mint and laughed swinging my bag over my shoulder.
too close up grin with teeth…
Technical difficulties, spanish flea plays…
moaning time.
Hygiene in the holes and clean stares from fog mirror. Shut up. Old mexican blanket covering the window and ancient smell of wet stones and cigarettes. Hes a baby, well arent most humans? Hes lazy, well i moved it and i sold it like used cars and blew up internally, the gizmos and tinkers melting, covered in cheese. Covered in butter and slid into the oven, a real feast of friends, jim, apple in mouth basted up the ass, sweating and red, i shuffle and sand. Go away like it. Waves in the night, bright night, without night light, without the right type, white light, under the wrong life.
at the mall in ‘91, tiles and glass elevators, where are all the other kids? My lion king vhs chewed up and stored in a box somewhere, along with other storage units filled with lives and wives and knives and files and bile and all the while more things pile up in homes and on the road and in the street, and other open spaces that only cause vision to be convoluted by objects and theres not even any empty space for anything new to move on it, only bind to old things and make creatures roaming sad by the beach and in the nightclubs now empty, and the silent street, only sound of feet, dress shoes on the walk. Im glad everything is closed. I am closed. Used to be 24 hours, yep, til too many customers ya see, so i shut ‘er down, and now i make a good use of my time digging for pieces of the past to shine up and show you excited, or a useless somethingorother so we can play, and there arent those things ive been excited about before, i know im going to wake up tomorrow and breathe, i know im going to wake up the next day and sit, and im going to do this until i cant wake up again, and then ill be bedridden for the rest of my breathing, staring, time here watching fast, watching what exactly? do nothing and having sight of physical apparitions who are only ghosts that keep my company.
drool for droll.
Gentle generation.
they all were soft, i tell ya. They came here to meet and greet and get their name out there, yea, say now theys is tryin aint they. oh but yes they want to succeed and be the best of the best of the best , sir. They can do anything, they are reading rainbows, scribbling the lovelines in the air, and drinking down coffee of super brown smiles, discomfort and chosen words carefully as to not divulge too much about who you may or may not be, and in actuality, really are a scared little child cuddled up in mommy house womb, in safe computer light bashing this and adoring that, and all the while spouting yer opinions and safe phrases titre and sheep stomach vile, the bile of a generation all i swallow in big morning gulps, for vitality. Im an ankle biter in a joggers world, a sullen eel in the fish hatchery of college kids clamoring for justice and juice, organic if you please. My dinners consist of candy bars and cigarettes and if im lucky a handful of dope to push through the sticking rotting flash of zombie youth, spruced up for their dancing night, for their manly fight, for their dainty life. With wife and strife i pick up my knife and fife, and off to war, a new civil war, totally uncivilized…
chagrin, i grin. And the band plays on….. eyes of the world.
thighs of a girl.
my word, all that oil.
all that slick progress and all those necklaces
dangling along, strung along, a waif with no faith, spent all my bread on a dial a date.
you got lucky
i got mucky
and boy thats ducky, we all lived in a yellow belly.
scared kittens with designer mittens, smitten in the snow, written on blow..
no, no, no…. oh there you go.. eat up
drink up…. kool aid for good grades
spades.
aids and raids.
dance along, prancing wrong, pass me that bong,
im trying to tie one on….
been long gone……
zzzzzzzzzzzz.
The hollow rainbow run. Emmit the gushing colors in the small dome of thought. Let the cat go crazy and throwing sheets in a full view coverup. And in the dark kitchen theres the sink, cold and full of dishes. Get vague. Plagued by something, and ran off by something, and facing nothing with open hands and a sad moneybags questioning face. I…. and in goes foot, and out come slop for the masses gobbling up each word like a delicacy and leaving them still hungry for more. Address the people, address the letter, make it better, deader, and more empty. Please fill up the air mobile and let the air be air and ill breathe it in all day and night, and ill love my air and ill breathe the same air as heirs and they will have golden breath in the cold, i will have the faux smoke of two dollar cigarettes and stale pot. Rootless and floating hung by a fishing line over the stage set cardboard and bored. Ill do you any number of favors for those savory flavors in yer pocket, the blues and the greens, the pinks and the white, and the gold and green. Merrily we enter the bloodstream.
Another smooth lose.
Riding majestic white horse banging cowbell and the wheat flies about and my wrists are weak and bones. Chewed away the color and left red. doldrums, tums, and ho hum…. teeth rotting bum, scum, gumshoe. blow up, shrivel inward, give up the gold, catch a cold, and bowl over whores with yer attitude. The long and short of it was a white wall and a wine stain. whine stain on my tongue and pine trees for hairplugs. smile golden greasy, and gum up some speed for yer gonna need it working all those doubles.
Anyone for menace?
Boo, and a hiss, and a tabby catcall. Break a leg with another leg.
hellison shmellison
run run run run run run run run run, urn in hand, filled with coke and skag, making trades, hiding blades, hi top fades, puerto rican maids. Im sweating out my eyes and they are black, black, rings, holes spaced out to the end of the galaxy. I need, i want, here i go down the road, hiding the load, there goes the cops down the block in black crown vic, shriveled prick, banging my head to the sound of my heart. I go for the trunk but theyre watching. I go for the house, locked…
gots to hide, gots to get a fix on, gots to get my head on right….. last night another fight throwing drugs at the door as i laugh wildly moving out with what i needed. Dont look panicked, sure feeling the beads now, fogging up my shades, my mind. soul?
nope. just powers and pills popping in my stash urn, its mu uncle you see officer he needs to be in a safe place, my family is after his ashes so thats why im running. Oh yea im out of shape too thats why my clothes are stuck to me and a shade darker from sweat. just smile, take it in, and then………… GO!
pent.
scoff and bop and twiddle yer twat. go climb a dark bear hive and mark yer spot. eat all my honey and harass me about money, die, dye, and clean those teeth. Belated pardons and sorries shoved in the mouth ran down from the wet skull and water drops beading on my ass crack couldnt stop me from sweating the small stuff, and ignoring the big. You got lucky, i was lucky, sun down and funky. smells and looks and ive got see, always see. always look and understand this isnt right, slap of hand. Rape of wit and shadier shit, and i like to sneak, i like to squeak, beep, beep, just let me evacuate my meat. in strands and ropes and gang of ghosts, looking like you lost all hope.
for abandoned ship and building too, always up the creek, shit for a paddle.
smashing arcade games cause they are new to me. smashing cells cause they are useless to me. smashing my teeth cracking in tune, to the sound of the television in the other room.
per diem.
wildly mild. The force behind the eyes. about this time car broke down with all that we had in the trunk. Freeway midday is no place to empty the bags off the side all the powder wasted, and hallway night is no place to sleep after a heated argument about who got the bigger lines, so relegated to the pit where twisting and dancing worms are no so hellish this time, but still have to regard for yer work schedule and that business aint booming. and sadness shouldnt be a reason to croon in the moonlight about women, words, wine, weed, whine, and spit blah blah blah weapons of sass destruction in the mass quantity made steaming and chef was proud. bodies lined up at the trough and me painting a fence with green paint for the dentist office. Bicarbonate of coke, bicarbonate of jokes. Foamy wishes in the silk briefs clinging to the moist hair. Cant delegate, cant regulate, only masturbate, and sink, sink, stink, and blink.
