posting

stripped, as usual, and brushed up on my chops,
finding measures of greatness for a better mention in the next edition.
frustration mounts on the practicing job, for my own imagination  
brings me home again.
Times ain't like used to be, telling truth take from me.
seen better days, put up with these,
better time girlsnew orleans. Born country, she
think easy lose, hgitch to her wagon, drive
me like mule, bought gold ring, paid rent,
she tried make me wash clothes, if
you don't want, tell so. not man got no where go
give sugar fer sugar, salt fer salt, if you can't
get along, your fault. you won't love,
treat me mean, you're my daily
thought nightly dream
some time you too sweet to die, other
times ought be buried alive.
got burn house did cook me louse, worn once,
won't lose again... They there weren't there,
had these andmake aloan for the doctor who left wanting.
poor bastard too nice say to me can't
stand losing and don't stand waiting on that plane.
Known aman short on tears, took my check and left a tip,
went out and had a seizure for half a year again, sorry betty.
black
to the guy i'll never please,
who rearranged the colors to fir
who relished stern complains often exaggerated
who gives me hope in outlandish poetry
who makes a new planet often
and gives me money to pursue human interest
who melts under pressure
who believes
who parched and beaten continues
to drive this detached head around as a gesture of kindness
who laughs at chance

multiplication for controversy

that there was a lefty, son, remedy of the off-season
unction for greater speed, perchance on the cuff,
even keel, stolen thoughts, sneak preview of the
benign tumor, why her bells are ringing again,
jumper on the fallen favorites, please find a way.

Toxic tundra honey girl,hold my hand i'll be your world.
Sleep my deck, chop off my nbeck, specter freezing belly grease.
Clutch my deck Reel FamE In dEatH mAkE TraiLs off my MotoRaZor

Ricky's sister shelly

Ricky's sister Shelly tried to open up a deli
Down on the main street where the girls would peek out of the storefronts
The EW watershed creek was all a hurtin' that's for certain.
Everyday they'd walk around try to show summer to the whole town.

Everyone could open up the front door look around Rollerskate all around town all around town.

yeah it's just the same it's just the same, it's just the same same same.
This is so tame, this is so tame, this so tame tame tame.

Everybody kno0ws the quickest way to trouble, just ask a married woman to join you on the double e.
Oh, Joey the Slug with a Placido Domingo nose
He walks down the street everybody follows where he goes.
Oh, everybody knows.
Joey and his lawyer, Ricky the hand, we all said that their head was in the sand and and and.
Joey and his lawyer Ricky the hand everybody laughed when he tried to break the record.
Dead bird cold creek
songs are slippery all alone.
And the cheap shots that we all took Joey just played it by the book wasn't just a poet but he took.
and the shutter's been open too long- it's all wrong-- and the developer's song is sweetly ending.
And i apologize for scattered sparks arcatarcs and all you tarts, dog that barks and meadow larks, scattered sparks and arcatarcs... in.
Joey and his lawyer Ricky the hand everybody laughed when he tried to break the record-- oh oh big bad homewreckers, oh oh patio lawn chair deckers.

Oh, Stan, start a merz!

slight res-
mere ambulance to some of volney's ole' monuments--
the automatons of  "vegas"--
the baloonman's kite
through open window to
outside and that was a new one.
     frontiersmen
always smile-- coop save
the kids , when they
blush-- make renters
squirm-- I turn around-
all the way around- at
the slightest hint. Autism.
 Again. Get me off this
wagon. More or les she harumph harr. Very pretty friends. Hey, hey, he--
jumpt up and graised my
ear.
2 thawts--
Beep beep-sounds--
smashing, smashing--
used colims on the dashboard.

ruins: modern- mystery of stalled time, perdition,
old timothy and too many tears

news

Met bb king's daughter today outside the record store, she pretty as a snail, and wrote in the air with her words, leand over to grab a disc of her songs, and when i asked her how she got her she said "rode in this here van." Born and raised in a mini-van, look more pretty with a necklace on my shoulders-- Daughter of the Blues--I said no way, Best B elieve it son, you're looking at the daughter of a souther Bb gun
love, 2 thawts

Got some ironing to do...

You don't have to call me... My girl wants nothing to do with me... Lucky thing, though, I got a couple more that are just doing their thing, so who knows something could happen. prolly cum to visit in two weeks, gonna take the greyhound so hope to see you soon. Different situations... I'm collectable- for serious- but she doesn't want anything to do with me, who knows.