Now! More than ever - 8 Day Miracle Jam

[judih]

flickering mindbeams
is that a new vibration?
ay shun weigh shun say shun

sisters by the old corral
brothers neighing to the moon
lone coyote strums existence tune
or does, till death do its part

dying strains of hickory
smokey bonds fire
capitulate (!) the chant intones

[judih]

and here she's dancing
at the lone star accordian one-stop slop shop
glasses dried and stacked
someone rattlin keys
she knows it's time to go

but what a time to stay
when the dance floor is sleek
newly slid ground
fresh from the evening's hide and seek
and she glides
caught in the afternoise
the reverberated ploys
they all giggle on

and she absorbs it all
digesting as she spin tries
wet becomes emergent

if her jeans weren't so comfortable
she'd slip them off
but what does it matter
in a world where stars linger
a moment too chance to miss

if her mind wasn't so electrified
she'd lose it
but what does it matter
in a world when brains come pre-programmed
phenomena too expected to surprise

and so she stays
in limbo café
trippin to the universal band

[perezoso]

spotlight on a pole
and she unsheathing
for the fellas, dim
beyond her walk:
"hey baybay do
some tetrameter"
or something like it
they shout,
and she
obeys
revealing
pudenda
scansion

[judih]

in dim sum dark
the chopstick walks alone

[jimboloco]

awakened by smoke
down at the rio grande
"Paco!" tres hombres yelling
i startled, 60 caddie sleepy
move out from desert riverbottom
did i dream that?

feel it calm
and soothe
thine aching
soul, thine quaking
hole that pines
for pleasured piss,

i pour piss for a living.
disimpact with a smile
it's all fluff
as it drops
words floating turds
in a cesspool of excretion
salami vomit among the clouds
made piss contrails over vietnam
mixed into the defoliation quite well
tent flaps flappn in th breeze
the smell of death
and defoliated treez
no peace signs for thee
oh unsheathed sappers
when will you turn?
when where an how


longhair babysitter
lives by the river
his war movie schitzofrenic
killing while saving
door gunner on medivac chopper

now he babysits
desert river dweller
among the reeds
and coffeshack
still dim from last nite
pickled radishes freindly
i walk alone

i dreamed my heart was a beehive
an the beez was making honey
out of all my failures.

tiger piss into lemonaide
jackal puke into pot
vomitona de chacal en marijuana

ricochet right on time
buenos días mis amigos
Coffee and Oranges
In a sunny chair


http://www.anthonyulinski.com/June%2003 ... %20Pot.jpg

[stilltrucking]

i dreamed my heart was a beehive
an the beez was making honey
out of all my failures

That is so beautiful, golden honey for my oatmeat this morning

I tried to read Proust, but I could never sit still long enough
I moved around so much in those days it was hard to keep up with.
For some reason I remember the bit about an invalid on a sick bed in the middle of the night, he sees a crack of light under the door. He thinks it is morning and someone will be coming to ease his pain. Then he realizes that the light is only from a lamp. Someone has turned on a light. Then the light goes out and it is still the middle of the night. Morning is still hours away.

The sun is up, there was a frost last night. I feel happy to be cold. South Texas weather can be so monotonous. Anything for a change.
I dreamed my heart was melting
flowers sprouting from the dirt
Einstein spoke to me with avuncular German accent
"Jacky what do you want to know"
"Everything I said"
"Oh vey" he said



I woke from a dream this morning
"fuck the bible I said"
anger at someone
who I can't remember

I make my living talking to America in the lonely morning hours
women mostly
they want to lose weight
get a firm sexy body
lose that cellulite
lose those lines around their eyes
restore their skin to youthful beauty
old folks who need a power wheel chair
discount prescription cards
Hello this is jack, may I help you.
Eliot rosewater has nothing on me
Last day of eight day jam.

Dylan said that anyone who calls him self a poet is probably not
I visit another web site there is a woman there who says she would not call heself awriter

Too pretentious she says.
(edited to protect the innocent)

I think it is pretentious to say that it is pretentious
I wrote this sentence. "One true sentence," Hemmingway said, "and you got it made."

That don't necessarily mean I am a good writer.
******
Mourning Maniac Music

I soon will be in New Orleans,
And then I'll look all 'round,
And when I find Susanna,
I'll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her,
This darkey'll surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried,
Susanna don't you cry.




Last day

[jimboloco]

meat mead mealMain Entry: 1mead
Pronunciation: 'mEd
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English mede, from Old English medu; akin to Old High German metu mead, Greek methy wine
: a fermented beverage made of water and honey, malt, and yeast
scan·sion and pudentae id'd as well...
happy birthday jasus mommy says you got a birthdaze an it comes this time every year at the manger my blamket i'd let you have while you're watching everything we do....I'd do night shifts for the invalid, he's stuck deprived of comfort, a description very endearing evoking great clouds of compassion. You me Proust cionnection.
Proust and pot. You my Hemingway connection you my eliot Rosewater connection,you my dylan connection, oy vey i don't know nuttin, just bliss.. It ain't pretentious to be pretentious? Why yes it is an you did write one true sentence an now you evidently got it made. you got it made in the shade of a blade of grass with
Are you day broken? We need some of Stupid Bob's mushrooms.

[judih]

it's eighteen bloody o five, peepol

eight teen
blodddy
oooogghhh
(dutch way? american way? danish way?)
o!
fiiiiivah
peeeeeeeee
pulllll

and you know
what that means
(i say, i say, you gotta know
what that means)


it's six o
six
os
ix

o

six

peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepullllllllllllllllllllllllllll

[jimboloco]

elevon elevan
this side of the date line
no walls here or
olive trees
.
i'd like to see
olive trees
mediterranean
morning into afternoon
http://www.ricolopez.com/images/works_17.jpg

[judih]

yes, olive trees
tell tales
you knew they wood and they could
and they do

twisted,gnarly,ancient tales
of when barefoot
pickers of olives
lingered in the hot summer sun
to consider the tales told by idiots
on the other side of the hill

those idiots (you know who i mean)
and those tales
play melodies to lull mankind to sleep
but our friends
unplug their earphones
and hear no evil

ah

men
!

[judih]

if the time is 18:30
then it's almost time for the end of this jam
can we say goodbye?

miracle week has kissed our fingertips
and is walking slowly up to our brains

[Lightning Rod]

it's a Miracle

the candle still burns

[judih]

miracles can come true
it can happen to you
when you're
young at heart


if this can happen, one wonders what on earth can't happen!

[Lightning Rod]

Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you
If you’re young at heart
For it’s hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind
If you’re young at heart

You can go to extremes with impossible schemes
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting with each passing day
And love is either in your heart or on it’s way

Don’t you know that it’s worth every treasure on earth
To be young at heart
For as rich as you are it’s much better by far
To be young at heart

And if you should survive to 105
Look at all you’ll derive out of being alive
Then here is the best part
You have a head start
If you are among the very young at heart

And if you should survive to 105
Look at all you’ll derive out of being alive
Then here is the best part
You have a head start
If you are among the very young at heart


(I thought Jimminy Cricket wrote this
but here is the Sinatra version)

[Arcadia]

first diluvio-day in the year
& Sinatra advices for the end
a candle burning during eight days
who knows the end of the story?