My Kenmore fan
Has Three Settings
Don't You Know

And on this desk
It does blow

Three settings of air
In my face

I stick out my tongue
To enjoy the taste

I can’t stand Kenmore.
Everything I’ve lost,
Not to be dramatic,
But more than a relationship or two was left there.
A place of romanticism,
A place where everything was nice and new.
I left a piece of me, I think a few of us did,
There.
That same McDonald’s on the corner,
A memory burned deep no matter the relevance.
Those camo vests we wore,
The inflatable house we hid out inside,
Countless rounds of ping pong,
A circle of friendship that hasn’t seen the light of day in half a decade.
Driving to Kenmore in the dark and rain,
It feels like life rubbing a sad scene in my face...
Just let me turn my face and fall asleep,
Cause I don’t want to feel false regret or pain no more.

My man,
play!
           Forest      
                          Wind      
                           ­                 Life
                                   Car      
                     Spray            
      Knife
gorgeous blues
(symphony from love)
drunk
like hot chocolate

I ate my arugala salad
With fresh tomatoes

My Kenmore fan blows

It's so easy don't you know
To try to show the love that Jesus
Showed

I went to Sears
And purchased a fan

Just look what my hands
Can do

They assembled
This fan

To provide
A cool breeze

For me and you

(Insert loving female friend
That exists in my imagination for "you")

to three zero four turnstone, back right bedroom, one red wall,
one year ago.
things improve.
I remember how much you hurt.
I remember how badly your skin blistered inside those cinderblock walls,
the ticking clock, burning eyes, deadened.
I remember the way your voice wavered over the turf and into the pitch-black sky
pinching yourself, aching with the one pounding word pumping again and again:
finally finally finally finally finally finally
you had plans to fulfill and places to be and you knew what they were and that you were going to get them just as soon as you could crawl through the sludge of the months holding you back.
I liked to be free on a wednesday morning, just before lunch. there is always something about the allure of a store so many hours before you will arrive out of breath at the door just to watch the "open" sign flicker off.
I learned to enjoy that summer, I really did,
but lodged somewhere behind a kidney I remember a pair of teeth so tightly clenched that they were beginning to crack.

to three zero four turnstone, back right bedroom, one red wall,
two years ago.
things improve.
I can dive inside my memory and watch your face distend and bubble with tears as you painstakingly pace your way through every ******* college pamphlet you were ever mailed.
I don't like to remember; I still know how acutely you bled,
and how much I'd like to reach back to pull you from your misery and show you what we have done.
I know that you know things will sharpen and blossom and that's why you're crying so wholly;
perk up love, hold fast to your countdown,
fail to combust with ravenous envy as others cross the illustrious stage,
I'm waiting for you here and I promise it really is everything you've ever wanted.

to eight five zero jerry's lane, second floor, front right bedroom, lavender walls,
four years ago,
things improve.
I remember those dry eyes and that flawless exterior,
I remember the knot in your throat and the clamp on your heart that played games with your head.
for the love of god and your health
will you shake your own shoulders so hard you see stars?
no one you meet worth a dime of your time will judge you as hard as yourself,
and I have found even in darkness you will never face demons completely alone.
I want you to climb to your rooftop and fill your lungs with the air of the ashes that haunt you;
for every heart that is broken we also break ground.

to six two three zero north kenmore, fourth floor, southeastern side, western bedroom, perfect white walls,
present day,
things are whirling forward.
*finally finally finally finally finally finally

A washing machine that not get the stain out
You may have to use the ingredient called Shout
But on the other hand, your clothes might not get clean
Don’t be surprised if there is no sheen
However, your clothes must be washing friendly with the washing machine
As I go further, you will know what I mean
Clothes that go may not come out being your approach
It might sound like a joke
Observe as I add the words being spoke
If the washing machine doesn’t like your clothes, if will be a reject
This specific machine has its own elect
If that shirt or blouse doesn’t meet the washing machine’s standards, it becomes an automatic reject
This washing machine has quite an effect
But don’t let that washing machine spin as it shakes
That’s an indication your clothes won’t take
The bottom line is washing at your own stake
The washing machine I am referring to has a mind of its own
In fact throughout, it lets it be shown
Also be careful in what wash cycle you use
Now that is an automatic refuse
So much for Kenmore or any other name brand to explore
The washing machine has plenty of offer including ignore
I must reject for now, but I will be back in the future to intercept.

You are cordially invited
To visit
My showcase room

My bedroom
Is like a house
To me

It has everything you see

Books
Toothpaste
And deodorant
On the shelf

Canned goods packed
In little bags
They are good
For my health

My Kenmore fan
That blows and blows

This is my showcase room
Now you know

Insert the times
In front of my brain
Isn't it somewhat bizarre

And isn't it strange?

The days come and they go

The kenmore fan it blows

Empty yourself of desire
The buddha knows

And so I was off

First to a driving range
Near my house
To hit ***** and warm up

After a 45 min drive
I found myself
At a scenic par three course

I got a push cart
It's easier than having to
Carry my bag

I found myself amongst geese
And the shade of trees
Some lovely water on the course

And fun to practice
And hit a few practice shots
On each hole

Three 8 irons
On the third hole
All hit about the same distance
2 on the green
One pushed a bit to the right

Geese on the ninth hole
Walking about

And I practice chipping later
And had an iced tea

(I was going to get something to eat
But the snack bar had closed at about 5)

(It's hard to mention food now,
That chipotle burrito was a bit much!)

I really did forget how heavy those can be
Especially because it was extra steak with chicken
Beans, rice, and veggies.

Lol, too much in one sitting for me
But It's okay
I'll run a few miles
Like I do every other day

(When this food digests, or should I say if?)
Lol

And no this is not much of a poem
I realize

Just a plain statement of events

You know I gave the woman working
At the bar a dollar tip
On a three dollar iced tea

Let's not forget our fellow human beings

That Chipotle really was too big, lol

And you know I find human life
Strange

Just go here
And go there
Here and there

And there is only the present
Here and now
Here and now

The present is powerful

And I tried to take in all the colors
The colors of the shirts
And the bags

As many as I love
I rebuke and chasten
Be zealous therefore and repent

(Book of Revelation playing in the background)

My Kenmore fan
Is at work

And I think I will watch Fawlty Towers

And I should have had
About half of what I had

I was going to have just chicken
But the guy in front ordered chicken
And steak

And I told the guy
Serving the food
I would have the same
As the guy in front of me

And he said, "of course"
He seemed a bit easily
Perturbed

I think that woman who
Was complaining a bit
About not enough meat
On her taco for her kid

Might have annoyed him some
That's understandable

I think he said "of course"
Because he was out of steak
And would have to have them cook
Some more

And then my burrito
Went down the assembly line
That nice lady added salsa

And then the other guy
I talked to before added
The steak

I can't remember if it was before the salsa
Yes, I think it was, lol

And it was quite strange
Because I said just the burrito

And the guy asked me if
I would like a water cup

And of course I said yes
I always ask for a water cup
At places like that

I try to be like water
It nourishes all things
And does not strive

And so I found it fitting
That he asked me for a water cup

Because I had been listening
To the Tao Te Ching many times today

And lo there was a great earthquake
And the sun became black as sack cloth of hair

(Book of Revelation playing in my headphones)


And then I saw the guy
Screaming
And red faced

Walking parallel to me
Such bad form

And his eyes were filled with
I don't know what
Hate or anguish

And twenty minutes before that
You know I heard the frustrated mom
Nagging at the children

And after seeing these people I thought
Chill just chill
Can't you just take a deep breath and relax?

Please people
Be at peace
Be content and at peace
It is good


Sir, though knobbiest
And he said to me,

"These are they which came out of great tribulation
And have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the lamb."

(Book of Revelation playing in headphones)


Oh and then, and then
Life is a long list of
And thens, lol

I went on a walk near the golf course
Near my house
And I looked up

And the labs on the property
Near the course
Were barking

And I said,
"Peace be unto you"

And then the bird flew right
Across my view
Right in front of the moon
So fast

Whoosh!
About 20 yards in front of me
And it was gone

And I realize how much of my life
Is spent isolated
And alone

And human life isn't supposed to be
Like that

It's not normal
In other societies
There is more solidarity

Well maybe one day
Geeze

Hello to everyone here

briano alliano performing on jupiter




i wish people would treat me normal

like a cool family person should be treated

i wish they would stop trying to bug me, no mate no, i hate it

i don’t like people poking me, it drives me up the wall

you see i am a family person, i don’t like people poking me at all

i know people love to poke me, because they think it is kinda fun

but i can say oh pretty one, it’s not fun for me

i don’t want people to get me back for what i do to them

cause, ya see, that is how hooligans get treated

and i am not a hooligan

ya see god, is a made up being, what is wrong with believing in buddha

i never liked people poking me, just leave me alone

you see their constant poking made me feel like a hooligan oh yeah

how they tried to get me off the seat, saying your not like your father, no

but i have the right, to do what i want, i am a family person, anyway

i hate being called a woos, i wish people would understand that

i like computers as well

computers are totally radical dude, in every sort of way

i don’t want people to tease me, cause they were called pat me grind and i was called brains

you can’t change the past ya see, it’s not my fault that you were pat me grind

i know, people are stupid when they do that stupid poking about

poking is what you give a hooligan when they are too shy to muck with the family

but i am a family person who has paranormal visions

i can’t help that i can muck around with the dead

i can’t help that i can workout previous life patterns

i think people are crazy, if they try and reform beliefs

because these are my beliefs, these are my beliefs

reincarnation can make death up-lifting

point to the sky to see what you can find

whether you can see jupiter or saturn

and at the night you will see the moon, yeah that sounds mighty fine to me

i don’t want to be treated like a little shy boy, i ain’t shy at all

though i don’t want to fight, but i want to PARTY

yeah that sounds so very cool

picture in your mind what you see

the rightful serving of the lord

i hate these devil worshipping reading minds freaks who think they can really dampen my spirits, on noseree

you see i love life too much to let that worry me

i don’t want to be a shy koomarri who just cleans his house, BORING, mind you i do clean my house sonny Jim

i feel hooligans trying to poke all over my body, to take the family person out of me

please leave me alone, for i am now a real family person can’t ya see

here is my next song

you see hooligans trying to poke the family person out of me

because my stories of previous lives is boring them, poor babies

they are little kids, and they are as ******* as ****

i am a cool koomaerri oh yeseree

you see these poems are computer power yeah

though i understand what can happen with social media, i still am rather famous oh yeseree

on the top of the world looking down on creation and on every planet i can find

any dream will do, my mate and open a can of methane my mate, i will see you at the top of the world

and there is nothing wrong with an adult partying, just don’t poke me

you see i am hearing myself with a mate named james

you see i used to tease james while he was trying to type, and i need people to understand i am reformed

i am top of the world looking down on jupiter and i wish you can stop poking me

because i am not a hooligan, i am a family person, you see james pederson was a total ****

and he sai hoy hoy hoy don’t tease me, he was easy to flaming tease

and i carried it a bit far at the football, when i teased him again, and i knocked him over

and i felt on top of the world looking down on that baby, you see he is ******* as a fucken ****

i know i don’t do that anymore, please don’t get me back for it

because while on medication i feel on top of the world

you see i never really helped anyone as a child, but i tried to make up for that as an adult

because i am a family person anyway, i8 teased all the kids at school, making them feel uncomfortable

now, i am on medication and i feel on top of the world

when i was young i looked as being mental as stupid

and we used to make jokes about teasing people at kenmore

but when i found out i am mental too, the shoe is on the other foot now, isn’t it

i felt on top of the world looking over crazy people, never knowing i will be one of them

all i want is to be treated like a internet ****** and let bygons be bygons

as i am a reformed man anyway

just meet me at the top of the world, dudes

My body is unattractive
And women don't like me

Oh well

The body is a tomb
Anyhow

Sometimes I think
Life is incredibly dull

And what's the point
I can't seem to change
My situation

A changing time
A changing place
A changing name
A changing face

But it's really all the same
All the same
It's all a game

It's all a big matrix
A big matrix computer

My plain dull expression
In the reflection
Of my Kenmore fan

Reading articles
Hitting putts
On putting greens for
Hours alone

This must be
What it is all about

As our miserable nation
Teeters on the edge
A nation in economic ruins

Let it fail!
Let the whole thing fail

Lousy politicians and banksters

And all I have is this life
It's really nothing
To get excited about
You know

Heaven better be fun
There better be golf there
Or peace

And there better be women
There to give me a hug
And I better have good friends there

These are the things I want there

The body is a burden

I have become close
To an island

A lonely man
On his lonely island

Wandering wandering
Somewhere random
Banging hiking sticks
On the ground

And look at all the fancy cars
And all the well to do Americans
And aren't they so sure
So confident
In their worthless American dollars

Their toilet paper dollars!

Driving around
With important things to do

As I walk around
With my akward shoulder

Striking sticks against the ground

Hahaha

Is this place all
Just one big joke?

Seems like it I guess

Well I love Jesus
Just as much
As the next Christian

I should take
Some snacks
In a little army
Storage bag

It came with the gas mask
I ordered some time ago
Just for fun

I *******
Because women
Ignore me

Oh well

And why is earth
Such a bore

And maybe I'll go to the mountain

I'll just go to the gym
Again

Remember
Soon it will be
Every man for himself

To the globalist
You are just
A useless eater!

He is in his rooms in the Kenmore Hotel,
Once-gracious lady favored by the ancient city’s elite,
Now tired old harlot patching and spackling with powders and rouges
In a vain attempt to camouflage the slide toward oblivion,
Only fit for unwitting out-of-towners
And those with short-term business transactions to ply
(He stays there out of nostalgia, perhaps,
Or possibly because they’d let him through the door without question
Back when that was far from a given,
Or maybe because it was the trumpet players’ place,
The story being that Bunny Berigan had once left a horn
As payment for an outlandish and fabulously overdue bar tab.)
He is holding court with a local features writer,
Another interview in another town,
(Ostensibly a one-on-one sit-down,
But his suite more like Sears the weekend before Christmas:
Band members doing walk-through warm-ups,
Friends old and new darting in and out,
Lucille frantically mother-henning the whole process)
Juggling many hats as he speaks,
Part-time salesman for semi-herbal quasi-diet aids,
Mirthful mangler of malapropos,
All rolling forth with with an air of street-level entrepreneurship,
But there is a more stolid, settled quality about him now,
The assumption of the mantle of icon
(Bestowed upon him by a continent
Far from his birth, but still)
And the time comes for him to begin the warm-up,
Starting with a high note here, a low note there,
Until he finds one note, that note,
A thing not constrained by lead sheets, acoustics,
Indeed any human construct at all.
On the street outside, two young men,
All stingy brimmed hats, narrow ties,
And not-quite top-line silk mohair suits
(Flipped in and out of the pawn shop
Any number of times, but still)
Shoes shined to a military gleam,
Walking with a gait which implies
That they are hustlers, yes,
But men of substance, nonetheless.
One of them hears the note,
And wonders aloud,
Man, who’s got a horn like that
Around this neighborhood?
(Neither of them deign to look up toward the hotel,
As, for them, threat and opportunity
Is something that exists strictly at street-level)
But his partner grunts dismissively,
Never even breaking stride,
Man, just some old **** fool
Playin’ some old tom’s records.

Just me and
My little La Croix

No girlfriend
No baked ham
No toast
With butter and jam

I already ate
And I'm feeling great

Me and my Kenmore fan

And my La Croix
Me and my litte La Croix

Oh boy
Just me and my
Little La Croix

The jobs
Are few and far between
And I like it that way

I'll never have enough money
To move out

Life is expensive

I live in one of the wealthiest
Countries in the world

Welcome to my showcase room

I have a bookshelf
And a solidly constructed
Oak desk

The rug may be
A bit worn
But it is clean

My double bed
Is large and comfortable

I have the luxury of
A small Kenmore fan

It's almost 10:00 am
And I will go for a walk
In the gardens later

There is nothing like
Living off the fat
Of the land

I'll always be an economic failure
I think it's funny
Even more so because
Of his obsession with money

I hope you enjoyed my showcase room

This shoulder
It is some type of burden

This life
So strange

I visited a woman who has cancer today
She was in good spirits
A woman of faith

And as we walked in
Her cousin and her friend
Were just leaving

They were in their 80's I think
I bow to them as I shake their hand
They are the ones who have lived

And I'm living this life
And thinking about this life
And isn't it strange

It's just a shoulder
I know

I went to the physical therapist
And although they are even now
One is still larger than the other

And I write these poems
And I read my book on Lincoln
And the Shemitah
Is coming to a close

World economies in trouble
My gut feeling
Tells me a trying time
Is coming to this nation

These women they were probably
Born after the depression
And lived through World War II

I see my life unfold before me
Live with the heart
I have a caring heart

And I do love to share stories
With people

And that therapist
He was supposed to fix my shoulder
To make me symmetrical

Oh it's not a big deal
But it is to me
I've spent about 20 hours a week
In a gym
For the past 7 years or so

If you can't be comfortable
In your own body

Then you can't find someone
Because I feel akward
With this shoulder

It's not that noticeable
But it is to me

Talk about
"Shouldering"
A burden

And my Kenmore fan blows
And I hope I will have
Some work this year

And time goes on
And it is a journey
A journey

The stoic calm
Year of the Shemitah

Trying times
They are coming
I think
They are coming to America

I drink white Ambrosia tea
I read a book on Lincoln

The Kenmore fan blows

No money to go out

This is Friday night

Where can one shop for Christmas if not at Sears:
J. C. Higgins sporting goods, Craftsman tools
Kenmore sewing machines, wonderful toys
The greatest candy counter in the world

And, oh! the best of all:

The little electric trains behind glass panes
Travelling across a cotton-snow Christmas land
From one tiny plastic village to another -
The Santa Fe Railway on tinplate tracks

A little boy’s dear dream for Christmas day
(But after an hour his parents drag him away)


Good-bye, Sears; thanks for the childhood memories.