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unwashed, unshorn

trapped animals

trapped animals (Photo credit: adm)




the known associates are scattered
to the four winds
to the four winds

eating dumpster donuts in the ruins
washed ashore
unwashed unshorn

there’s a season to gather the stoned together
there’s no reason to give one little goddamn
there’s an answer to but one question
where the Hell is Hamsterdam?

washed ashore
unwashed unshorn
washed ashore
unwashed unshorn

the known associates are gathered
at the four corners
at the four corners

beating drums to bring the sky down
cast aside
the habit died

there’s a season to gather the stoned together
there’s no reason to look for what you can’t find
there’s a question you should be asking
and the answer’s never mind!

cast aside
the habit died
cast aside
the habit died

the known associates are gathered

*never underestimate the resourcefulness of ordinary people



Tuesdays we gather clouds

Pizza Pops

Pizza Pops (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is a short ramble for a snowy Tuesday night in March.

The world around me is either speeding up or I am slowing down, I think,
think about the coming Spring, trapped in a receding storyline.  It seems that
I’ve been down this road so many times, ya’d think that I’d have learned by now.

Friday, I went to Downertown to take Pops to Goodwill.  He was half-lit on a bottle
of Kessler’s when I got there at 2:30 PM, just outside Huckabuck.  I had
stopped at Mike’s house and left his ma some wires to strip, but Mike was out
with his old man, cashing his check.  Bobs was there at Pops when I got there
and I could tell Pops was in a mood ’cause he was wandering around the shack
looking for shit.

“Should we call Mike?” I ask Pops.


Pops puts a knife in his belt and looks like he’s ready to go.

“You can’t take a knife into Goodwill,” I say.

“They won’t see it.”

We get in the Minivan of Obsequious Delight and head east toward the Goodwill
Store.  I ask Pops for a cigarette.  He smokes some off-brand full-flavored 100
menthols that changes from month to month depending on what’s cheapest at
the neighborhood drive-thru.  He has a running tab there and pays it every month
when he gets his SSI check.

Pops looks really tight, like he’s in one of his fogs when we get to the store.  We
park a distance off and walk into the store.  I tell Pops to take his time and see if
there are any clothes he likes as I head off looking for books.  Pops heads for the
men’s pants.  About five minutes into my shopping, I see Pops shifting around
behind me.

“Didn’t find anything you wanted?” I ask.


“Why don’t you look through the books and find something?”

“I don’t read books.”

I know that’s a lie but I also know how Pops is when he’s tight.  He’s had too many
run-ins with the law and all he wants to do is go back to his shack.  I stop by the
men’s clothing for one minute, Pops in tow and grab a couple of items.  My shadow
follows me to the register.  I’m overloaded but turn down Pops’ offers to hold

Pops is looking at an island of reading glasses when I spot the island of sun glasses.

“Dad, look!  Sunglasses.”  I know that is one thing Pops will buy and he starts
trying on a couple of pairs.

“$9.99?  I’m not paying that!” Pops says when he finds a pair he likes.

“The rack says $1.99, Dad.”

He puts the glasses on the counter.  I make some small talk with the clerk, but Pops
isn’t the only one now who wants to get Pops home.  We take our spoils and head
back to Huckabuck.

and the hum

English: Centenary House - North Street This h...

English: Centenary House – North Street This houses the Leeds Society for Deaf & Blind People. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


the hum of postmodern civilization is no lullaby
it is the hornets’ nest that gives you no rest
and the hum
and the hum
and the hum

screens and cameras and phones and drones
vomiting their messages all over the senses
and the hum

the sounds of tires on wet and busy roads
is it any wonder we go deaf and blind?
and the hum?


a wastleland of memes

search babylon

search babylon (Photo credit: Terry Freedman)




a wasteland of memes
and broken dreams
no longer moth like

like this
like that
trolling for dollars

a wasteland of Broken Heroes
dreamer’s nightmare, sinner’s woes
tower of Babylon

in plain sight
extracting soul’s memories

on display
for all with morbid curiosity

programming tweaked
to torture weary souls


look at me

look at me




Are spiders vindictive?

The orb web of Zygiella spiders have missing s...

The orb web of Zygiella spiders have missing sectors. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


I leave spiders in the house alone. Popz says that spiders
can be very vindictive but I really believe if you leave
the little girls alone and don’t screw with their webs, they
will be happy to allow you to coexist with them in the same

Part of this philosophy comes from an experience I had dusting
cob webs at my love’s house. I got to one cobweb and there was
a spider still in the web, that I hadn’t noticed. Cob spiders
are very small. As I was moving the dust wand toward the web,
the spider, she began doing rapid loop-de-loops on her web and
I pulled my wand back.

Now it could be that she was just trying to make herself look
larger to a perceived predator or it could be, like Popz says,
vindictiveness, and a little message that if I’m going to attempt
to kill her, I had better make sure she’s dead or else I can
expect her to come crawling into my bed as I sleep and give me a
nice infected bite.

Who knows? This is just my personal feeling.

my left nostril

Nostrils before

Nostrils before (Photo credit: jeffandmandyg)

you understand people, you understand? i had a crystalline entity in my nostril, in my left nostril,
and discarded it without giving it full consideration… a crystalline entity inside my left nostril… curse
the memory, i remember not the year or circumstance, we played so many games of dice snorting in
between rubbers, but once, once, i had a crystalline entity in my left nostril, and i failed, i, i failed, to
pause to consider this crystalline entity…

i slighted a crystalline entity, that is my crime…

Yog Sototh is comin’ to get ya!



The Eye in the Pyramid as represented by The G...

The Eye in the Pyramid as represented by The Great Seal of the United States on a dollar bill (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


First, this poem is partially inspired by reading The Illuminatus! Trilogy by
Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea.  It is a short, metaphysical ramble
of a poem.  I hope you enjoy it!




recanted confessions

made in haste
laid to waste

morsel for Yog Sototh
foolish belief
that He had any mercy
or Love

to begin with


In the parking lot lies a Boxer

Upper Cut punching angle bag

Upper Cut punching angle bag (Photo credit: Wikipedia)




In the parking lot lies the boxer

Dennis shot himself in the head in his car,
at the reservoir, in the metered parking
where he and I would drive and check out
the young women exercising around the lake.

I had wondered why his cell phone rang
disconnected, but being a stranger to his Mom,
I was afraid to walk down to his house and
check on him, and then my muse went teetering
on the edge of insanity, well not the edge,

she was committed and I had to relocate very quickly.

It was a year later, in a call from Texas, that my
Muse told me that Dennis had shot himself at the
reservoir a week after I had last seen him.

Patricia Anne Donohue the day the music died?… or for reals..
2 hours ago · Like

Heard in a conversation with my Muse last summer,
Think August, I only knew Dennis for a short time
while I was In Cali, he promised he was gonna put
up a punching bag off the tree we’d go to take a
swig of whiskey and teach me how to box. But then
he told me a lot of things in the short time I walked
the neighborhood with him.


My minivan for a key!

Will C. Rogers III minivan destroyed by pipe b...

Will C. Rogers III minivan destroyed by pipe bomb March 10, 1989 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


So I went to pick up my niece and nephew at the high school the other day and brought along a trash bag so I could
clean out my car while I waited in the loop line for them to come out because they often complain about how junky
queued up for their offspring and when I finished I went back to the driver’s seat only to realize that I had lost my
minivan key. My ONLY key.

A frantic search of all my pockets began (I have a lot of pockets) and then the compartments I had cleaned out.
The trash bag had split while I was stuffing it so I was forced to dump into a larger trash bag that contained old fitting
software for Mom’s programmable hearing aids she sells. I tore a whole in my jeans trying to do all this while keeping
the rear deck lid from banging into me in the February wind but no key.

My niece and nephew came out of the high school with their books and backpacks with puzzled and embarrassed looks
on their faces. I had to explain to them that I had lost my minivan key as people went around me in the loop line.
My nephew said, “I’m gonna get Matt to give me a ride home” and my niece said, “Call AAA!” as they both picked up their
books and bags and left me stranded in the school parking lot. I don’t have AAA. I re-examined all my pockets and all the
compartments I had cleaned and no key. I went to the back of the minivan, to the drooping deck lid and rifled through the
trash in the larger bag I had dumped everything in and got a nice black stain on my jeans. Frustration.

I lifted the larger bag of trash and programming software, and there lay my key. I drove home all by myself in a clean minivan.


fuck your indifference

Flower dream

Flower dream (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

fuck this world
its beautiful flowers
and self actuating drones
fuck carrying a wizard staff wherever I go
fuck your small imagination that makes you follow someone else’s
fucked up dreams
fuck your indiffference
and fuck you!

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