Yeah I got my paperwork
I rolled it into this doobie
It’s a-nother day
We, free to play
No need for escaping
in the escalade
we rolling fat
and roll them fat
splattering mad haters faces
wit a baseball bat
top cat
in a top hat
you know I dont play that
dog, best you aint no rat
but those fools running they mouth
all across the ***** south
makin me wanna ralph
or maybe you prefer *****
homeboy I’m on it
like an inbound comet
wanna make a mom bet?
I figure yours would take all 8
**** gape
then yell ****
take her on a date
leave her in my wake
still rollin on
smoking bongs
dabbin grams
pushing prams
yeah I’m a daddy but my kids all grown
leave em alone
give yo mom a bone –

flippantly, her heads turns
unable to control the expressions of insanity
plastered across wild eyes
her body quivers in an explosion of excitement
twisting this way and that
as if there were no muscle memory
from a calm period
some piece of peace
she could relive in these moments
when her unhinged nature
sends me over the edge –
laying peacefully
steady breathing hiding
torment
every time a noise or movement
catches her periphery
unabashed joy pours forth
and the incessant wiggling
starts all over again –
ferocity waits for the proper moment
to be freed
set loose upon the unsuspecting world
waiting desperately for the word
or sign
expressing my readiness
for mayhem –
absentmindedly I pat her thick head
genetically blended American terrier
and classic Rottweiler
to perfection
glancing down at my little Rotty-pig
the thought crosses my mind
“I sure hope no one comes in here with malicious intent”

tired liar, uninspired
wire-rider
biting fire
un-learned burn-out
doubting the clout, pouting
routing trout
without
nets
regrets beset
vetted pets
wet with fret
filleted
displaying range
grange hall dancers manage
manic prancing horses
trotting in the allotted plot
sought, bought
caught in the cot
as the hot won’t stop
relentlessly attacking my inspiration
leaving me only with **** like
this

sweaty back fat
rolling
over rolls --
eating a roll, I roll down to the roller rink and roll a joint
some buddies roll up and roll down the window
passing them the rolled joint I roll a second
recoiling over the soiled roach I toil in the sun
boiling oil and alcohol
when the coil goes out… their plans foiled
after a long draw and the subsequent hack I step back
attacked by the rack of snacks
and dabbing wax… far off a sax blows slow
noticing a spot on my slacks, I shake a fist at the smokestacks
and crack addicts
….and flax seed eaters
….walmart greeters
egg beaters omelet with bacon and cheese
fit of the munchies
pleased by the greasy ****** I seize the opportunity
to sneeze

freeze

inconceivable nonsense moves to the side a point starts to form
recapping, I like rhymes and poems
but I also desire to be taken serious….
I am thinking this is not the path
……………maybe I will have a bath
then do some math homework

Standing tall among the trees
My feet rooted to the ground
I felt on my face a quiet breeze

Swaying gently with bended knees
Careful to not make a sound
Standing tall among the trees

Focused completely on buzzing bees
Looking at a gopher mound
I felt on my face a quiet breeze

Searching my pack for a bit of cheese
Causing a ruckus rustling around
Standing tall among the trees

I looked to the sky and whispered a ‘please’
Knowing my snack would soon be found
I felt on my face a quiet breeze

At all once I let out a sneeze
Causing my heart and head to pound
Standing tall among the trees
I felt on my face a quiet breeze

Paul Simon wrote a tune
going on about the soles of a woman’s shoes
and the diamonds therein…
not to be outdone, I will attempt to regale you
with my own tale of diamond feet –
t’was approaching dusk
when my compadre and myself dropped
the lovely little purple tablets
two each...
was a ’94 Nissan that took us from Salem to Pacific City
and nestled us safely into Bob Straub state park
tracers and shadow images were starting to disrupt
and we began the long hike to the mouth of the Nestucca –
darkness was all around ‘cept the amazing starlit sky
not a sliver of moon shown
and the tide had slipped away quietly,
we found ourselves in the flats
a slight reflection of the stars on the wet sand below
and instantly we were both transported into the vastness of the universe
surrounded on all sides by nothing but the glimmering of a billion individual stars
(…. I am sure if I had took to spinning endlessly
like a small child in the summer sun,
I would have disappeared entirely
blending forever with the cosmos that engulfed me….)
I knew at that moment why my ancestors
high on ergot
thought the world flat –
we joined each other on a small spikey grass patch
and commenced smoking pipe full
after pipe full
discussing our connection to the everything
and the minuet nature of man
without ever saying a word…
those in the know, know
all we got from the pile of **** was thick slimy spit
and the desire to keep moving…
so back down the three mile stretch of sand we went
aiming at a fogged-out
barely visible street lamp
signifying the parking lot and the safety of the little grey Sentra –
at some point along the return journey,
in a moment of playfulness,
my dear friend kicked a small amount of sand in my general direction
the explosion of diamonds and refracted light prisms
which danced across the spread pattern
fanning 15 feet from his worn house shoes
was more than we could believe.
I kicked back with slightly more vigor
we watched glittery sparkling sand fly
catching each other’s eye, huge acid inspired smiles took over
first just a little kick, then diamond glitter in all directions
then a soccer star punt
shooting stars across the sandy beach
each new step
a thousand disco ***** reflecting off the calm sea
each kick,
more diamonds than all of South Africa…….
It was this trip we made the conscious decision,
“two people witnessing the same thing is a confirmed sighting;
and therefore really happened.”

freelance free baller
freely falling in the fresh foliage
looking up at the slowly drifting clouds
head cradled by mounded crab grass
lifes little ponders
begin to take shape
fleeting images of bitten cupcakes
and rattlesnake bowties,
dandruff flakes
and broken rake handles
dialog follows, at first innocent
but soon more sinister
“Will I be rich?”
“Could I live on grass blades as if I were a cow?”
"When I stop in traffic does the momentum from my car effect
flapping butterfly wings?”
darkness follows
psychic energy blotting out the sun
“I ought to **** that *******!”
“She thinks she just… just can act like I don’t exist.”
“That dog better not *** on the sofa.”
settling in, a bee bounces aimlessly of a reddening shoulder
invoking a quick slap
enough inertia to send the small insect reeling
rolling over and propping himself on an elbow
the thought crosses his sun soaked mind
“At least I am alive.”

surrounded by the sounds
of incarcerated men
seeking education
and personal betterment –
each day at seven I arrive
place my idiosyncrasies on my desk
and begin aiding students
in the quest for either a GED
or a college degree
as Oregon is one of a very few states
actually trying to rehabilitate these men –
for my part, there is a fair amount of free time
between testing
and the copious amount of research
needed to get 43 students
in two separate facilities
all the scholarly resources they need
to collect that ever elusive “A” –
it is this space in my day
that is a gift from the universe
as I have the freedom to write
and write
and write –