Vagrancy

Sign outside a motel causing consternation for

prospective clients, but that’s not the point.

Think of all the starving children, or not, it’s 

up to you, only you can prevent forest fires…

reruns…king of the never-has-beens…going

nowhere fast…it won’t be long now.

“Move along, nothing to see here.” 

Those are the first words I remember my parents

saying to me.

So I moved along, a vagrant, vagabond, near-do-well,

just another brick in the wall until there was no wall…

when will that be….I tasted a golden age when I was

young…that was my instruction.

I see some of them…

ladies with a pretty face,

but what goes on behind that face

is pretty ugly.

Poor Homosap, struggling like he

has a bad roommate, which he does,

himself, and doesn’t know what to do…

poor sap

sad sack 

to be continued 

on and on and on

it doesn’t have to be this way.

I’ll just wait over here.

Mythtory

Everything you know is wrong

because everything you’ve been

told is a lie made up by the controllers 

to keep you in line, Rockefeller buying 

teachers to change education an example,

at least that’s the way it used to be until 

the internet started making things more

transparent in real time, but people still 

believe in fantasies and nonsense from 

a bygone era because, as Gibson said, 

the future is already here, it’s just not

evenly distributed…the future meaning  

the time when nothing is hidden, when 

everyone sees the same truth, when the

Carny controllers loose there power, but

it looks like that might still be a while.

Freak Out #9

Blood on the side of the road.

Child lives.

Thus have I seen.

I’m getting used to the pain.

The drops of water on my head 

don’t bother me anymore.

I want to live forever.

Don’t complain.

Don’t think yourself into a corner.

Everything you know is wrong.

It’s back to the senses,

back to the senses now,

now senses the to back.

You say you want an evolution,

weh-eeell,  you know…we all 

want to lose some weight. And

you’re gonna have to carry that

weight a long time, unlessssss

Ozempic can make you enlightened.

There could be moar.

Moar moar, even…a red sea 

history, herstory, moarstory, 

babbling seersworths of secrets to make

everything right again, fat chance, no

happy ending outside of Eden, or do 

you forget your Bible? Fat chance.

Good luck, Sir, and fat chance to you!

Elon wants to go to Mars….(         ).

I must be missing something.

Have we covered everything?

I don’t see much more to discuss.

Please, please, is there anything?

Yes, yes, nothing…

that’s all we need to cover: Nothing,

i. e. Fat Chance.

Moar

Even Jesus wanted a little moar time.

Moar because better than more, moar

better, larger caliber, moar firepower,

stopping power, love power, children

power, basic goodness power, moar

power to you, common sense must be

protected. You can’t have too much

decency, compassion, strength, 

courage, ruthless clarity.       MOAR!

Hurry Up, Please, It’s Time

It’s the quiet ones you gotta watch out for.

Any one of them could be a Nostradamus.

The Schumann Resonance and the Moon

in Uranus got things all hyped up raw.

Raid: Kills Bugs Dead Lew Welch Reed.

It’s the writers you gotta watch out for….

anyone who writes words down has

something askew, ajar, anon, autistic

about them. Pissing on a Mercedes.

I write to the end of the line full stop.

Watching the world do what it does all

around is my Manifesto.

What fabulous art.

It would be fabulous if only it was art.

Instead it’s as real as politicians being shot.

People are fucking nuts, 

alone and in groups,

brainwashed or without moral compass,

clinically insane or behaviorally coo coo,

and boy am I glad I’m not where they are.

Wrote a song about it…uh huh.

But, I digress.

If I didn’t digress, 

would we ever get anywhere?

Would fire have even been discovered?

I know, I know, it’s time….but the eccentric 

is the basis of design 

have you heard the one about

July 5

Every something is made out of nothing.

I Want To Tell You (for Jim Morrison)

What can I say?

You have the means to self-evolve;

your mind.

All religions are a grift, meant to make

the hierarchy rich, using belief as a 

distraction from uncertainty, the nature

of composed existence. Got me?

Don’t believe.

Don’t do it.

It makes you stupid.

Find out for yourself…Jesus did.

Where? How?

Buddhist meditation.

That’s all I have to say that’s of any use.

Corpse, or, Can’t You See I’m Decomposing?

Ha ha! I fooled you! I’m not dead!

(will I be when you read this?)

Not that I won’t be forgotten quickly 

when I’m just another corpse…where

did that bubble that just popped go?

“All will not be.” S.  That means 

everything, not just you and me.

The universe…will not be.   Pop.

Makes me wonder the point of a library…

oh yes, ignorance, confusion…

I remember.

I want to hope (giggle) that the internet

is eternity…

Started a religion about it….

wanna hear about it?

Goes like this.

If our words are vibrations in space, doesn’t 

quantum entanglement mean that some being

on the other side of the universe is reading

these words right now?

That’s a stretch.

“ Hi! How ya doing? What’s your name?

Bxyrrrrrrrdigggg? That’s a nice name. 

Say, what do you think of my poetry?

You don’t like it?”

FUCK!       (

see what we both did there?)

For Example

Thunderstorm flux transparent prophesies 

not long until everything changes oh really

might as well could be for all you know

these words for example who put them here

for what purpose oh yes that’s what words

are for that’s why we have them wouldn’t 

you agree

then something derails the thought train and

it’s back to the senses just as you head first

through the windshield or am I making the 

whole thing up why not it’s what we do it’s 

all we do.

I could go on as we usually do you’d like 

that so familiar except when it isn’t but let’s 

not talk about that now.

You see how easy it is?

Dark Thirty

It was dark thirty.

A long afternoon….clouds making their

way across the sky, dancing slowly,

holding back the light, playing the rain

ballerina, teasing the sky over the caldera,

lush valley of flowers, Conrad wrote a

novel about it, or was that someone else?

I could have made up a virtual reality,

but would it have been better than this?

I’m not sure of the answer, but I think

I’ll take the natural magic, ordinary magic,

a little gritty maybe, not perfect, but we

don’t really want to go to hell, do we?

It’s good that 

somewhere in Mexico, nothing happens.

Splice

Splice the time with music,

words with the tones of the sounds.

Splice history with uncertainty,

religion with crazy yogis,

society with kachinas.

Splice a banana with ice cream,

and split.

Pen And Paper

When the internet goes out

there’s always pen and paper.

Our voices won’t be silenced!

We are the spice!

I talk big, really, for an expat,

sitting at a desk in his underwear,

a Bukowskian figure, except for the

liquor bottles long since a memory.

Sunlight through the skylight yet

cool rainy season breeze…I like

the internet, being connected, in tune,

plugged in, watching the puzzle unfold,

unpacked by people not quite sure 

what they’re doing, others very certain.

It’s all been written for posterity, (is that

the same as eternity?) on paper, copied

during the Dark Ages, rediscovered in

Greece, in the Mid East on scrolls, on

the clay tablets of the Flintstones.

Once Homosap learned to yap, you

couldn’t shut him up! What did you 

splice onto those monkey genes?

Pandora’s mouth!

…all transcribed

nature of mind,

(there it went again…

a little pig…with wings…)

is that your natural mind?

Describe it.

Happy Father’s Day

To me, you bastards! (hee hee)

My daughter wrote me…all I need.

An old woman in the market first

asked me if I was a father, I said yes,

and she gave me a big hug!

So, I had a backup, or, it was the

universe…these days ya never know.

I’ll take it.

In A Farther Room

A whiter shade of pale comes over her

porcelain skin. She looks like she’s 

waiting for the flash of the photo, or

like she’s a classy thousand year vampire

that doesn’t need to move. The music is

paralyzing in its voluptuousness. Being

there was the sole purpose. The memory

of the moment was the only further 

instruction.

Only Words

People used to read because that’s all there was…

newspapers,

books,

periodicals,

the writing on the subway wall.

Comics came along for the kids…

first images soon to burgeon and 

take over the airwaves.

Poetry, then music lost their value,

and Mickey Mouse tee shirts took

over the world.

It’s all part of “The Great Plan”…

yeah, right, of mice and men,

the scum also rises.

The prophets wrote what they saw,

whether they could explain it or not.

They wrote what they saw, like 

the poets, like Conrad.

Many people remember two words: 

“The horror” from Apocalypse Now,

but, do they know what they mean?

Maybe writing will go retro soon,

after everything is incinerated as usual…

a few survivors writing on the bark of

remaining trees: “What happened?”

Never mind about that now… a woman

just talked to me on the street..Giselle,

German but lived in Florida forty years…

open and smart, hip to the trip. We agreed

about everything….I made her laugh, and

she walked away. That really happened, not 

a magic lantern image projected on a screen.

People talk too much and say too little, a type

of white noise they like to make and hear.

Do I write too much? No…only what I do.

I’m not standing in front of someone saying:

“Hey! Let me read this to you!”

If you got this far, you read it 

‘cause you wanted to.

All I did was make it available,

not to beat a dead library.

This Side Of Paradise

Every great storm has a center, an eye.

In the eye, you can see things clearly.

Every nation has a town, a village,

more tranquil, a Casablanca. 

Every town has a secret, magic restaurant,

a coffee shop, an eye.

Magic is scaleable, a universe 

in a drop of water.

It’s magic because it’s based in the senses.

It’s magic because no one has figured it out.

Knowledge is not wisdom.

Wisdom is magic, seeing things as they are,

Steven’s anecdote of the jar,

sitting on the sidewalk, slightly ajar.

History is a naturally occurring puzzle,

pieces fall where they may,

repetitive like a cycling storm.

Humans are rubes taken in by the Barkers,

flashes of light in an empty sky,

shiny objects as far as most of them go.

If I was any closer to paradise, I’d be on

the other side of it, as Groucho quipped.

It all remains to be seen.

Existence

“The faster we go, the rounder we get.”  The Bus

Everybody wants to know the future.

Because they want to forget about the past?

Because the present looks too grim?

Hopium is the most common drug humans

have invented.

“It’s a good day to die.” is a better perspective.

“Eat, shit, sleep. The rest is none of your business.”

is good too.

“Chisme”, gossip, is my favorite word in Spanish…

I wonder why?

“Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly. Man gotta sit and

wonder: why? why? why?”

Even common wags have something to say.

Plenty of stories about people too smart for their

own good….plenty of history too.

The wisdom/knowledge of the Greeks was lost and found.

How many times has the Homosap reinvented the wheel?

I’m an attendant poet, into watching…blah blah blah

because it’s fun.

If anything I say is true, it matters little.

My bank account speaks for itself.

Even the grasshoppers have something to say.

“Don’t cry, little grasshopper, we all go this way.”  Issa

Off Baise

Subway killing behavior graph vein drum

heartless slattern singer serenity maximum

gasket blown … threshold oversight forgotten

in the yes these are only words what do you

make of them…interpreter goodwill 

refreshments scar of ancient blue horizons

smacked me in the face oh really no not really

but if you can’t help yourself it’s nice to fool 

around.

Had you fooled think so 

how’s about this time you never know.

Is it because of this?

                      

Laughing At Our Staff Will Not Be Tolerated

“Does I has to spell it out to youse?

Youse a wise guy or sumptin’?

You think youse da Buddha, wise guy?

You just a punk.

Shariputra!”

Starting From Everything I Know Is Wrong

Where do you go from there?

You can get here from there.

You don’t have to go anywhere 

to get here.

Yes, I’m fucking with you

because I can.

A monster burger and good mota…

everything I know about that is right.

I’m not sure about any of you,

I thought I knew, but you were brainwashed

into arrogance and stupidity…sorry…la la la…

don’t mind me…

I just live here.

We’ll See

In a month we’ll see

if everything changes.

In a month we’ll see

who’s left alive.

Maybe it’s all an illusion…

in a month we’ll see,

or never at all.

(a stolen prophecy)

July 5, 2025.  5 A.M.

(A.I. it)

It’s Late (Forward to all my poems)

Trump Musk feud has been entertaining 

today…”all the world’s a stage”, as was 

said. “Clothes make the man” also 

Shakespeare. I want to write more to keep

the party going on this quantum merry-go-

round…nothing I can say will improve the

Hubbel Constant theory, or any others, no

“trudging through vast Arabies of hot meaning”,

children, we “just numbly don’t get there.”

I repeat myself because the truth is always

the same. Wanting to understand is Homosap’s

biggest problem that has already been solved,

but, “Don’t ask: ‘What is it?’ Let us go and

pay our visit.” as was said. Quantum portal.

Buddhist meme.

Oral culture/ancient wisdom.

From here and back, a Hobbit’s journey.

The opposite of Japanese tourism.

What life really is I can say that because 

I live in the valley of the flowers a real place

and it’s true what they say. 

I pledge allegiance to the flag,

and to the chisme from which it sprouts,

because reality is a construct, which is why 

you feel you’re being pulled, affected, involved

because of a stimulus of words you read.

Imagine that.

Kinda fun, really, Art as life,

words are mantra, vibrations, really…the

Big  Note…

and so on.

From here, I’d just be repeating myself.

Smartly Dressed

As if you’re going somewhere.

There’s a phrase you don’t hear these days.

Now it’s all about dumbing down.

Is anyone besides Musk looking forward

to the future?

But his future is on Mars.

Yes, Trump’s Golden Age….

rather hyperbolic mythology,

even if it could be.

In the USA, everyone’s always 

worked up about something,

since it’s beginning.

That’s why fads are an American invention;

the hula hoop, pet rocks, stuffing phone booths,

professional sports. 

Not around long enough for a dynasty,

unless you consider some of the families dynastic,

could be, or just nasty.

America’s roiling creativity made lots of new things.

Whether it makes it to a time of wisdom

is still a big question.