The coca-cola breath!
Flashing lights, tweetie birds, the rough narcotic stench

The sky is devoid, it is scared of the streets etched in starlight, everything shining-- tangerine and Coit and ohhhh boy
don't'cha know what you're in for?

Twilight and she is a figment on my mind
the bark of cigar is fiery opal on my slender frame
I can hear something along the lanes of love
Echoing behind me, the rising sun

Funny dudes in new suits, pressed, steamed, machine-rolled
pills in the pockets
shipped locomotive
Every etching has its china
every etching is porcelain skin
The fog is a silken balloon, unconcerned, wayward
The men longingly abide in its cool, the breath of an over-excited lover, singing in the showerhead an embarrassing microphone
over the west coast

It's all over! it's the end
the roads are devoid of the things that called you
They are a clarion horn on the Claremont, facades etched with windowpanes
here the americans eat tofu and pretend it's bacon

I am in the rapidly rotating spoke, enjoying the taste of woodchuck, upchucking my guts every Sunday, white knuckle-- praying to god
release
release

what a steal that's a fantastic car for the price!
it is only 10 years of payment
only 10!
House worth 40, kids worth 60, medicinal payments
corn flakes
Fortified iron gates and god says,
naw let them all out until they drown,
I'll never flood the earth but I'll make it puddles
and if they want they can lay face down

I am eating Korean stew and wondering what will happen
when unification builds a railroad from Moscow to Busan
I will travel it and write a novel or two
it will be
"On the Railroad"
and start in San Francisco or a little while outside
on an October evening with not a fog in the sky
Just sky, blue, blue sky
A child on the hillside
blowing bubbles in the apartment complex or the gravel mound
next to new homes, now cookiebread gingerbed frames
Doing tricks on BMX bikes, getting our elbows smashed, a designated paramedic
It's all built up now, concrete streets and lonely streetcorner lamps saying
Hey we're gonna light up this little space
Hope you don't mind
Please don't play too loud

And given that these spheroids are monumentally moving
hurling like a pitched water glass
everything staying put under the motion of it
Such a lovely rooting of mass

I will call alongside it, crawling towards answers etching on murals and on the stamping of curbs
E-5 West main
4451 Lowell Street
554 Happy Valley Road
It's all the fun little tributaries of surface waters
heading with precognition towards seas
roped into it by specific gravity

On the phone i spoke to Mr. Victorious
I asked him about his particular drone
down south there in the more direct limelight of the night
he told me about his uncle, in prose
of course
we just hung our heads over the speakerphone
Not sleeping the way we should
shouldering burdens as ***** in deserted zones
laughing and preaching to cottonfields

Then there was the girl
the one we forgot, truth be told
The one unrequited impetus for all art, all physicality and feeling
loved by god in the corporeal
She is the saffron reed in my eye, the one i forgot to preach Victory to
She that one oblong pebble, rolled by the stream
passing our campgrounds and continuing her journey to sands
small little microscopic tetrahedral perfection
I could get stuck in between my teeth
or perhaps left on the sweat of the skin
the lost moments of beachside living, love for the expansiveness, left in the diner seat of the car, gotta keep moving
Carrying her away and if not careful,
nestling her back atop the summits from whence she came.

it is a cola in the glass on the shores of the bay,
it is a divine moment of contact in the oceans
two sailors acknowledging their vessels
with light shows and the play of eye
off the horizon, a green light o' sprite.

I am one,
In a trillion,
Significant enough,
With standoffish movement of air,
Of any velocity.
I will furnish you with an upchucking sensation,
In your solar plexus,
And move your heavy head,
Round and round,
Round and round.
Outdoing the darkness,
Above and beneath,
I will emerge cold-eyed;
I will emerge cold-eyed,
And hit the strong,
And bold,
And black boulders.
And sprinkle moisture droplets on your pale face.
I am one,
In a trillion,
Vying with my facsimiles,
And similar ones,
For reaching the untraced,
Unknown,
And unfrequented coves,
With puissance,
And robbing the possessions,
I will recede.
I will recede,
And submerse everything with me,
And what awaits me,
On my way.
Come,
And dunk yourselves,
Thinking I will wash all your transgresses,
Come,
You puny creatures,
I will,
But wash only your grimy,
And filthy bodies.
Advance farther,
And you will be another meal,
To me.
I am one,
In a trillion,
Significant enough,
Roaring monotonously.
I am a wave,
In a humongous ocean,
Busier than a bee,
Rising and falling,
Forever,
Growing old,
And working harder,
Than ever.

These life of shadows
Up against the wall
These church bells
Never stop ringing
When did you become
So ******* brave?

Listen to the voice
In your heart.
They were there with you
From the start.
Nothing is too loud.
Nothing is too short.
Pass me the bottle
I don't care
If it's the ******* port

Where did all the money go
Dear Margie Maggie May?
I'm up against the wall this time
And I'm all out of my rhymes
The seams are twitching
The dog is barking too
The knife sharpener is crying
Telling me he's planning
To run me the hell through

It's ok
If I end up alone
There is nothing
But the inevitable
Clicking drone
Of man escaping bone

And though the boughs
Of the ship are splintered,
Tattered and ripped to shreds,
I could see solitude
Being a better route for
The work.

Ah...
The work.

The *******,
Holy moly,
Angels in flight,
God sneezed and let out
A ****

Work.

There is nothing but the accident
Of birth
And the inevitability
Of death.
Everything in the middle
Is a matter of choice
And dealing with the cards
One was dealt.

Everything is the singing
Bell of lady luck upchucking
Her own glory, given to her
By peoples need to believe

The ease of the word
Confounds the sparrow.
What do you need
But something to hope for?
The light
At the end of the tunnel
Bounces in sight
Like a drunken kangaroo.
We drive around like
Mad worms searching for the
Darkest hole with the richest dirt.
A grand home in a walled off
Community where no hell
Could ever get in, even if it tried.

We probably should
have died that day.
The way the wind took
Through the trees like
Albany albacores in the wintery
Sheen of stars.
It didn't matter how many shoes
Were along the rafters.
No thought was where it had
Been lately.
A hug was worth 2 cents
Until I found her.

It's too bad
Nothing ever
Lasts.
Instead of silence
Instead of words
There is just noise and
Distractions.
I can take a beating
Like anybody else
Let the body bleed
A little bit.
Nobody wins
All we're seeking
Is a moment of levity
Before the
Break
Of the Big Wave.

As long as
The Ride
Is the way
You want it -
Let it ride.

Even

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