smoking *** turns you into the walking dead,
which i've been watching all day because i smoked ***.
- not a bad show, really -
where's the girl at? where's the nice shot of whiskey?
haven't checked
these poems aren't even good, just some ****** little tidbits
i blurt out
       when i have nothing else to do or no one to talk to
but,
actually,
now,
i'm gonna watch a movie or something

Billie Holiday samples -
rich hors d'oeuvre's -
your brother ******* his
girlfriend, thing
your brothers ******* their girlfriend
things
and so magnets make me weak -
but not always -
the sleeper is a comfortable skin -
a flock of seagulls

in the early morning when i am awake
and no one else is up, i'm the most
hilarious, charming
person ever - or maybe i'm not and i'm just like this
blurred out, half-toned, tripcase.
like a series of spirals
of this delirious sarcastic string of mildew.
but i make myself laugh a lot
by embarrassing myself
i guess that's all i'm saying.
do you feel me dog?

i sigh a little
i fly a little

this is the one! - this is the thing!
                                    "when do you want to pull over?"
                                                                           "right now"

It's christmas, mail is the contract -

The gig is off,
Highway 40 to highway 1,
I sleep until the roadway becomes an exit because dreams excite me more -
because of the ****** and explicitness.
Commercials sound through out the house, televisions left on like a slow memory

So now I am altered

- you player! -
but the case is settled,
             well - probably not, no.
                                                         Aphex twin reduces tempo -

can Moon's ******* wrap me

mummy-like?

        -        Memory of the mammary.

boredom is a tight shirt,
a blanket shamefully pulled over it
boredom is how whiskey learns how to taste better,

chum steeps in the waters constantly,
the fragmented dregs of flesh dance and so we catch them cautiously
with our gnaw of impatience

boredom is waking up early and laying in bed for an hour or three,
occasional outbursts of "fuuuucccckkkk" - and then it's coffee
rolling cigarettes out of abandoned butts - a true old stogie

television, ******* turned down in volume,
***, movements of no virtue
more whiskey and then the pillow and then things get interesting