i dusted my guitar yesterday and pumped air into my bicycle and rode the river for a while. god willing i might meet some old chords and new friends and find my way back to source. a dusting off may not go a great distance but i’m telling you…every creative effort makes a moment a little brighter for me and you. and that’s something to love about life.
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typewriter. four
we drank coffee and squeezed oranges
in the morning. canadien whisky
at night with milk. smoking
4 finger lids
the letter c
started to stick
i had to find oil
and take arms
she was essential
to my vocabulary
tuning our guitars together
swimming out past the
sandbar to the lone buoy
the hammerheads liked to
circle
song frag
m x memory
m x memory -viii
There were some (in the future) who could not hope to walk unseen down city streets. A loosely affiliated group of citizens who did not so much ask for the kind of attention they were given, collectively or individually.Which was a suitable regimentality for twenty twenty-four. Legend has them born of loose-fisted, assymetrical, left-handed, lipton teaheads just shy of true north. The truth was something else.
They tend to make a lot of noise without speaking, and move like waves. Everyone else wanted to tell them what to do, and they wouldn’t do anything other than what they were told if they were to do what was expected, so atypically they defied expectations. Otherwise they wouldn’t really exist, would they. Ice water was in their throats, not their veins.
You cannot know them in traditional forms of knowing. They have something more intentional or focused, it seems, or something less violent-by-association. Anyone is guessing. They congregate in the shiny bars of the fringe-mainstream. On bicycle hill perhaps. Or in bookstores off the beaten path in the Mission. They have an aversion to snapping turtles and judgments and extemporaneous litigation.
Along with us, they envision a society where the only records are vinyl and photographic memories are stripped and laid out in the sun. But only visions are envisioned. Nothing has been empirically correlated and nothing ever will. The principal objective was not to have one.
journal
Journal # 06.22.16
cover
song
EFFING EFFED! (POEM & SONG)
im so effing
effed
once i was smart
now i am dumb
once i felt feeling
now i am numb
only god
can judge me!
ice cream in your face i
scream in your face
cream in your
face your
face your book your
face ina book youre
not listenin to
me
wrapped up in cellophane
wrapped up in cellphone
locked up in cellphone
locked up ina cell
take this napkin
its white
draw whatever you want
its art
stick figures
its wiping an ass
swiping an idea easy
off a perforation
origami and you
and a cigarrette butt
and a cigarette
but…
we’re so effing boring
so effing
effed
reading the mind
reading the stars
reading the paper
reading my lips:
so effing what?
eff you! and your effing
effingness. sir eff-a-lot
hold the phone!
hold the tablet
hold your gaze on me
softly
read my lips
quiet the mindless
inaction
no faxes from Asia
no instructions
no faction
no mickey mouse
fantasia
no brakes and no
traction
no roses
no hips
no more LSD
trips
just vitamins for us
essential yet boring
no banana
silk-screened on a t-shirt
it detracts from the
logo
no velvet
no underground
no Warhol
its boring
personal headphones
sleep apnea machines
no music. no snoring
effing effed
no winning
no losing
no flying
no boozing
depressing the
snoozing
get high like a junkie
on pre-natal vitamins
another pill head
how boring
no touring the world
im at home. effing effed
just eating my grapefruit
its juices runnin
down my lips my
chin
purple liquid pooling
on to Sexus. page 177.
no living vicariously
through the dead authors
the girl after
girl described in the pages
a dirty old man
beats off in a corner
how boring…oh wait!
its the author
from inside the pages
hes watching the purple
drool down my
red lips
how sexy
to know you’re alive
to know we’re alive
you and me
both
how boring
to die
a girl and a
guy and a guy and a
girl after
girl
give me a mission
give me a message
give me a bottle
effing effed
ill crack someone over
the head
with it
m-path (song)
i took the m-path
out of the city, today
i took the blue line
just to see you, okay
just to see you
just to be with you
i took the m-path
m-path (song)
i took the m-path
out of the city, today
i took the blue line
just to see you, okay
i took the m-path
i had to see you, okay
abandoned buildings
electric lights, and rain
i came through tunnels
i surfed the channels
to see, your face
i came through rainbows
out of the city
to find, my place
just to be
by you, so true
chorus:
just 2 see you
just 2 be with you
it’s true
because i love you
i really love you
i do