West of North Main Street
the tree of life
took root in cement
before the Irish hippie jigged
and the Maine pole cat danced
hopeless time under the orange clock
chiming lime-green nonsense
yes, the odyssey began
by the Riverfront BBQ
where they serve boiled-fried lobster
and hootchy-coo soda extra bubbly
(it'll give ya the wild man blues in maroon)
pause
relax
palpitate the pulpit
and don't forget
time after time
Mr. Magoo
leaves Fantasy Island on
the night train to Venice Beach
in search of —
the tree of life
now chopped down
sectioned into Lego logs
and sold as eBay antiquities
it's commercial
Mr. Marlow laughs
silk town goes polyester
so run & hide from decimal points
figure out the quota-quotient
decide on dream relevant to the few
who bought the Lego logs
and tried to reconstruct
the tree of life
huh?
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Been taking classes at the Art James school of
culinary philosophy
with
lobster
boiled first
and later fried?
celery sticks and gouda dips`
James is Kool as Newport and I
totally dig you today too Chuck Stetson
offers a degree program in kale & mustard greens
boiled to a delicate rawness
and best served
with bebop chianti
leaves Fantasy Island" is a very interesting visual.
Riffing immaculate
Synergy of tricksters
On the wall next door
Irish hippies dancing with kitties
A pole dance
G-string only
An OS addict
Losing her computer
Four whole days
Maybe 5
Now you are singing the JME blues
And playing strip Lego
I am sooooooo out of the fruit loop
Rated with lots of love
huh?
And I love legos.
Someday I'm going to build my dream home out of them.
blake the old mystic genius had a fine silly poem/song
in songs of innocence
that says basically:
if churches were more like pubs, we would never get tired
of God's garbled Word He
is trying to generate through our blissful
moments when we aint worried about the taxes on
a good cigarette like the ones i make
or the doldrums of economic depression
which
is all obama's fault, i found out at the tiger from a jeb bush
gone goofy type. twin dylan afficianados dwell under the watchful
eyes of hot waitresses and alot of serious puffing is done on the porch.
puff...
marlow was a weirdo. a man of shadows, appearing with no fanfare
and no wooden creak on his ancient floors to sell anyone
any thing. get anything there, dad said. no lobster bibs
though. marlow keeps them in his office.
damn fool loTo uncle don at the end of a night of service
Don.
You own the place. You make the rules.
For your liability.
Understood.
Tonight I danced with all of them in front of your eyes and then you said, “time to go”.
‘why?
Look, you own a pub I like to frequent it. Let’s make a deal! “Do not throw me out on my ass
Like you are so so sorry, but yet you, you, got the reason to bully a man,
A bothersome brother,
Oy,
You got libalility!
“Do not throw me out on my ass
Like you are so so sorry, but
You got libalility! I got it too, mr. tavern keeper…”
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Don, I kid you.
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
Don, I kid you about kidding you. I say unto you,
I used to care, but
Things have changed.
Dylan, 2000 oscar win.
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and it did not at all fall flat. too much from the man don
to understand. gotta see the picture, the big one: please, go
away soon and come back tomorrow.
and it did not at all fall flat. too much from the man don
to understand. gotta see the picture, the big one: please, go
away soon and come back tomorrow.
Rated.