You mentioned the dust here you've been cleaning up smells of marijuana.
Remember our little fantasy? All the dust mites are eating marijuana smoke and getting high so we have all the dust mites in this condo getting stoned out of their minds and then we have all the dust mite eaters getting stoned because they're eating the stoned dust mites and then you have whatever eats the dust mite eaters and then eventually the circle keeps getting bigger cuz the dust mites are just here inside the stonearium but the things that eat the dust mites are in a bigger circle and the things that eat the dust mite eaters are inside the building and outside the building so all these things are getting stoned eating stoned prey and eventually it gets up to the spiders. The spiders are eating all this chained stone of command so we have a whole neighborhood of stoned spiders and I don't even want to start talking about the birds. So what's going to happen is this has been going on for a little over 20 years now. Spiders around here gotta marijuana jones by now. So when we leave and new people move in here, there's going to be absolutely no marijuana and the dust mites are gonna freak out. and one night all these dust mites are going to coalesce into this greater form so they can be seen and heard, this pendulous visible form and it's going to writhe up over the sleeping new owners and wake them and say Please, we need marijuana and it's going to terrorize them and they're gonna move out and this place will become haunted. It will become one of these ghost sites, the marijuana wanna. So actually it's my duty to smoke because I have this whole ecosystem, from the dust mites up to the spiders depending on me for their daily high. It would be immoral of me to stop smoking, as much as I would like to. You know what? Those dust mites worship me as a god.
The news channel
shows a man with a
mummified baby, a
family inheritance
and I think it's not that
this man is strange, it's
that we have broken our
minds on sad planet
We eat, work, we do not think
We're dogooding dogooders
with good families and
priviledged purses oh yes
Cops chase poor ppl on TV
the poor wabbit, limpeyed x,
dead duck distraction
in Exxon oil
How many more dead ducks
until we're fucked?
(Trix are for kids)
I will tiptoe tightrope over
the shrinking reservoir, my
sunset shocked cochineal libido
the narrowed conceits
the haphapzard haps
verses hapless classes
If Eve hadn't given Adam that apple,
I wouldn't be smoking today.
Even so,
I tried to serve Sky God,
but I was drawn to that old Debbil Weed.
I became a happy pappy,
papa puff daddy,
gadfly to gladly,
nouveau bohemian in old school crowd.
Sir Laugh-a-Lot of Pot-a-Lot
to Queen MaryJane
Lady Day to Lady K
Kafka to a kiss
We were moving from
Michigan to Las Vegas
a rental truck -
filled it up
and it had a governor on it
and I couldn't get it over 50 miles an hour
really frustrated me
and I got it going down this long hill
and got it going 60, 65 miles an hour
because of the hill--gravity--
and I suddenly realized I lost control
of the truck
it was swaying back and forth
got to the point I was aiming it down the hill
not driving it
I was really scared--
My parents' entire possessions
I was going to spread them all over the highway
and at one point my brother woke up
stuck his head up, looked around,
said, oh boy,
and went back to sleep.
I just barely held it together
until gravity slowed us down at the bottom
and after that I didn't mind
the 50 mile an hour governor
anymore.
At the end of the trip there was a beautiful lie
we came over the mountains at night
looked out over the valley
and there's this gorgeous lit jewel
in the middle of the desert--
this Las Vegas--
It was a total lie
It's not beautiful
It's not a jewel
The news channel
shows a man with a
mummified baby, a
family inheritance
and I think it's not that
this man is strange, it's
that we have broken our
minds on sad planet
We eat, work, we do not think
We're dogooding dogooders
with good families and
priviledged purses oh yes
I'm running off to join the
intellectual circuits
I will tiptoe tightrope over
the shrinking reservoir, my
sunset shocked cochineal libido
the narrowed conceits
the haphapzard haps
verses hapless classes
Cops chase poor ppl on TV
the poor wabbit, limpeyed x,
dead duck distraction
in Exxon oil
How many more dead ducks
until we're fucked?
Is it ever
Fur enough?
Far enough?
For enough?
Fair enough?
Fast enough?
The way is gained by loss
after loss
after loss
and then
ahhh . . . the Way
We are our own trial
Each our own evidence
Why is death the hunger of the living?
Why do cops kill honor?
Priests murder morality?
Politicians plunder public trust?
Do not kill your enemy:
The dead can be abandoned
While the wounded slow with care
I am agent for the Lost Whisper Tribe
Nothing is free
Pain is the life
Indifference death
We’re all wrestling our own octopus
It began in ambiguity
Do as you would be done
Typo negative Sky God Lady crackers
Fight fuck feed
Fun fairness family
The F words
Financial folios
Freaks friends
Foibles
Babble on Babylon
Blind gift exchange swap & steal
No blessed ambition but
Fish fingered children eating their pets
She adds sugar, cream, top to her latte, and we
Go, low calm hum of sun, shadows, notes within
Insect rustle of poet
Paper in pre-read
Ritual – other voice
Void
Tried to limber myself enough to lick myself . . .
The limber lost limber lust
Look ma, no hands
Goodtime trap
I never go looking for bones
They come to me
Reality’s been good to me that way
Finger fucking leads to little finger folk
It’s the mix down get down boogie
As I U-turn from green to red
I find this life hard enough
I don’t want to deal with anything afterward
In the cemetery I watched a squirrel climb
a chain link fence with a muffin in his mouth
I wonder how many elves there are
Probably a lot
They’re randy little bastards
Me heap white son with big fore lobe
Old black man walks by me sitting
Public Square smoking joint
Hesitates
“Smells good”
Hand him joint
Sits
We smoke in silence
“Thanks”
Walks on
Vanity – thy breasts are legion
I was born in a small place
And I am a far from it
Generica America - going back to the resolution
I carry foreskin
Through skin
To after skin
I’ve got the longest short term memory gap in town.
Asked Lang how he was
& he said 'Terrible' so I said
"ooo, what's wrong, tell mama"
and he said
'Fuck mama!'
They all had to have the keys in them.
We couldn't take them without the keys.
I always said I stole 13 cars
when I was 13
But I recently counted backwards
turns out I was 14
which means I was one less
year innocent, one less year
having an excuse
I rolled the first one
First one was a little
Simca with a cotton top
I'd stolen from a church parking lot
We had a pregnant
chihuahua in the back seat
I was going too fast
I lost control and
was heading for the Spokane River
so I jerked the wheel into
the golf course
and rolled it upsidedown onto
its cloth top--
I was so tall my head touched the top--
and nobody was hurt
we just left the car there
had torn a good divot in the golf course
left it there
and walked home
Two weeks later
the chihuahua gave birth successfully
**
One car was in this
open garage attached to a ranch house
and the owner was sitting in front of
the picture window, watching TV
so my friend got behind the wheel,
got it in neutral
and I pushed it down the driveway
and somehow the guy noticed
came out started yelling at us
so I hop in the back seat
the guy goes back inside
my partner can't get the car started
the guy comes back out with a rifle
and starts shooting at his own car
which really livens things up
I jump up and down in the back seat
telling him to Get going!
he's trying to get it started
and the guy's still shooting at us
finally gets it started
and we TAKE OFF
and after everything calms down--
we're away--
I realize there's dozens of packages
of breakfast rolls
in the back seat
so I eat the icing off all of them
I mean if I'm taking the car
I might as well eat all the icing, right?
And the guy was shooting at his
own fucking car
Much later, after we were caught
and the cops were talking to us
they said it looked like a pig
had been back there
So that's that
**
One car was like a 57 Chevy station wagon
and I actually got it up to 120 miles an hour--
this was like in 1960-
and very early in the morning
I'm driving the car in what
turns out to be a military base
so I'm on this military base
and the MPs stop me--
in the stolen car-
I'm 14 years old
and they're asking for a driver's license
and the second MP says, What's a rifle doing in the back seat?
and I say, Shit! That's Dad's!
He's going hunting this morning!
I've GOT to get the car back!
and they let me go.
**
The other one,
I don't remember what type of car it was,
I stole it
I was by myself
and I had a bunch of stolen
shoplifted 45's in it
and for some reason I decided I wanted to see
what wine tasted like
so I went into the grocery store
and shoplifted a half-gallon of red wine--
14 years old of course--
I got caught
They called my father
the manager and my father saw how scared
I was
and they all decided that my father
would take me home and take
care of me
they didn't realize I was scared
because I had a stolen car outside
with stolen 45's and I was afraid
they'd find out
**
I served 9 days in
juvenile detention
read a lot of John Carter's
Mars science fiction books
The judge decided, since
I was getting A's and B's and
my parents love me and I
loved my parents that it
had to be the older kid's fault--
he was 17--
so they made him join the Army
and they gave me a year probation
but the sad part of all this
I was really afraid of what my father
was going to do to me
and he said to me, I could do this or that
but I'm going to trust you.
