He snorted awake.  Any day you can wake up without restraints is a good day. Supposing the water an eighth inch over everything, it appeared to be as good a day as any good day, 1/365th, that route South.  They say you can go all the way from the Twin Cities… Read full post »

I would set a mood just like my youthful grandmother, aunts and mother would set out green plates and beige bowls ringed by burgandy and forest green lines most Sundays after Mass.

A large tin pot of chicken soup simmered on a gas range.  Grandpa in herringbone pants, suspendered,… Read full post »

and each 1 minute becomes 100 years, as I have enter your room walking 12 feet one way and 10 feet the other over your cot around the dresser crawling over the locked rolltop desk scattered with boxes of fine paper and 0ld codes and bird skulls and a minature glass circus I pace… Read full post »

often seen over the city as though an angel.

We added memory, obeyed instructions naively, knowing of his departure. You mightly shall crane your neck at the night, watching for a sign.

Dreams are sharp subtle noise: awake awake awake he will whisper, to you alone.

Dissp… Read full post »

Clean up in aisle six?  Gum scabs near the express checkout?

He had hitchhiked from Ann Arbor to Pekin. 

The endless summer disdained.

A note trail: 'The Death of Altruism-Redux'.

Harlequins, heavyweights, harlots, haymakers, handymen, heralded

angels;

I shall do my share,… Read full post »

I  stepped into a forced march, heeding the caution of William Burroughs, know thy self and nothing to excess, whilst preparing a structure:

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Tidying mi casa. Wondering if I would feel, well, too effeminatezza ' gone for a manicu… Read full post »

Who would have thought?

Wheels scorched concrete gravely.  Lots of happy neighbors, blind  hippies.  Crossing near those dead flowers, reviewing definitions of hell.

Pawning up for coherence, unwarranted, seldom brave, disguised, a protracted siege, this electricity, sold by… Read full post »

Dreams 1967 while watching Man La Macha on Broadway.  Were the knights afraid of constant dreamt allusions too much future large families, the crouched man on past the grit stabbing his arm without missing the train, that car door left beneath our steps for 200… Read full post »

I have seen them.  At times when the light is just so. I would like to describe it better. Unclear to me if you have seen such light. Maybe there are messages in birdsongs and one ought to record them, and create an index file, moments in order, to be reeled like paniced… Read full post »

We had possibilites, at least the two of us.

Why we could or would or should.

It was an ordinary high blown seasonal end, the cabo0se of summer, that

red light upon a disappearing plane, the weekend a Nash Rambler, aqua

and cute, towed past the bottom of the hill, off to some… Read full post »

Sweat rolled eyeward apparently a woman was involved worth her weight in corn syrup bobbies on bicycles he spoke Swaheli describing the squated lion/11+9 uptick counterfit revenge  fake zen/wired on altruism/disrupted dot   at least you flew the coast/you see  my editor is Mi… Read full post »

Word of your demise arrived, a space ship on hover.  Emissaries angled, slanted as pale light from heat you'd no longer feel, shafts, pillars, standards huge braces from night sky columes; a symetrical paisley dappled collaged swirl of faces I knew, right away, returned, tho not yours.… Read full post »

Old folk out behind thick glasses stained with fly crap made unkind remarks.  The third person bandied a nicotine sooted copy, the wide paperback  Anna Karenina a cornered page let's call it 196 for any lurking numerologists away from home.  A horrified line for sure. The one… Read full post »

Blue eyed children escaped too soon unsure of mysterious light, hurrying like the arc of fallen stars, finding ourselves: streetlamps dimmed, blizzard, or warmed, birch in flame, calmed and naming the decades one X one.

A wonderful experience, this good run of mine; I've the old quilt upon me, scoldi… Read full post »

Gonzoist proffers salted almonds [continued consonants higher than others as well as the noun, I, until further along, have been suspended].

o  remain sarve arm reme: ere, onessions o a ngis opiaea eaer awer o  ye wecome your vas meaow, res, seeping. eep your own ea in m… Read full post »

It was an outsized RV peagreen machine the kind I deplored as a younger man on those smooth jaunts from Wisconsin down thru TN. This time of year after school swept away the summer...was it the mimeograph paper back then...that predilection to obsessive/compulsive...just a whiff away?! They'd al… Read full post »

There's been an odd casually spoken description of a wounded bird. 

 It had thumped-apparently struck-crashed into-walloped-dove-slammed at-struck-bombed-blasted into-fatally flew on to the plate glass window. Thud. 

 What kind of bird was it?

I went out there again and it was go… Read full post »

to the driveup window and gravy through a straw to the pharmacy's young blonde's cleavage,"One each" to the imagoes before you solidier on, your eyes say to the doubling up of all stuff: baby squids on a fork to the night dew and solitude you'll await the oddcat to the red-eyed great s… Read full post »

I would be silent.

I would allow your good-bye,

I would leave the canvas rolled.

I would watch the dark alone.

I would, predictably, listen.

I would fill the clouds,

I would see you.

I would run to you.

I would stop.

I would  take your hand,

I would embrace you, kissing,… Read full post »

If you'd like to place a call, please hang up.

Speed dialing here...

Yeah well you know everything.

I...I...thought you was dead.  They said you w-were dead.

What? Oh. Ha.

Kinda gettin' into the weekend...we've been missing the farmer's market.

Yeah carbon carbon finger prints.

Carbon what?

Buy… Read full post »

They lashed my bow then swirling back upstream north, the boatline tighter than a tight rope between my bluewhite glass tag-along and the ever charging  Chriscraft's gleaming wood, the sunlight glinted on windsheilds and all I had to do was kick back steering, staying in the center of  Gwen… Read full post »

 She was an especially slender, beautiful girl/lady and I loved her at first sight out there on the Great Mississippi River.

  I'd captured my boat, as it's a small fiberglass tag-along,grabbing its bow rail and dipped it toward me, tearing the inside of my thigh on a metal burr o… Read full post »

The woman guided the  young woman off me gently lying her flat on her back next to me, the girls's thighs flat against her breasts.  She asked me in perfect English to exit the tent and I crawled out into the sunlight as she extracted my sperm from the girl with… Read full post »

A giant carp leapt an arm's length off the sandbar, close enough to jump through the shadows of the three of us, leaping  as high as a fish can leap and then suspending in mid-air: gold fish colored and his eye like the staring eyes of the dead.  The women clung to… Read full post »

We'd become a lucky people. I am compelled to tell you of the clarity, the vantage of the eagle, and the perspective of the dead.  I'd gone as electric as I might that first day on the Great River.  Perhaps selfishly, the subdued stage two engine had gotten me safely to the… Read full post »