The January 21 Knock Yer Socks Off Jam

[mindbum]

-bees

you nod yes, bees.

-bees

you nod and look up.

-what do you want?
-to talk about bees.

you look. you nod.

-bees?
-yes, bees...
-so, talk

-that tree...
you interrupt: bee?
-no, tree. dont interrupt. it's impolite. that tree. the one that fell out in the street. it had a hive in its limb. you know the tree. the one that held up 15 decades worth of branches.
-and bees. they buzzed high. you can follow them to where they water. a bee line.
-yes those are the ones. the tree fell into the street. the bees need a new home. this one will be taken to the landfill by the city.
-doesnt wood burn?
-yes but things in the city go to the landfill.
-it's winter. surely someone's home could be heated.
-well the wood is still there while the people figure out what to do with the bees.
-they didnt take them to the landfill?
-they're alive. and the people like having them around.
-what's another bee tree. they got em everywhere.
-umm... no. they dont.
-there's one right out there.
-it fell
-when?
-you saw it happen out the window
-oh. bees.
-yes
-do you think the tree fell over for the weight of honey? too much sweetness for that tree to stand. oh and wax and the living dancing mass of the colony. they fill an entire limb. that hive’s been there for years. who knows how deep it goes. the hive is the tree but couldnt quite master walking...

you smile and look out the window at the dark. skeletal branches make piles on the curb.

-that was a big tree
-the bees will be placed in a hive.
-your mother will be placed in a home.
-it’d never hold her.
-and what humble white cube could hold these bees?

[stilltrucking]

jamming to a masingale doucssssssssssssh

I don't exactly what it was that attracted me to those quacker babes,

so once in a while a woman would show up at the meeting who had issues with men, I suppose we all had our witness to give our jobs to do on sunday or first day as me institutional Friends callit, but I wound up in bed with her, god she was beautiful, two boys husband a good old boy, seperated, how do you spell adultery anyway, but she had lost respect for herself, she was crushed and distraught from his betrayal, maybe I was a revenge fuck, this long haired nappy bearded 4f hippy c.o., but she thought I had a beatiful body, I thought i maybe should write this down before I for get it.

where's da glib now, catus petra?

"I am not high on false drugs I am high on the real thing, a clean windshield, powerful gasoline and a shoe shine"
and jam

-do you think the tree fell over for the weight of honey? too much sweetness for that tree to stand. oh and wax and the living dancing mass of the colony. they fill an entire limb. that hive’s been there for years. who knows how deep it goes. the hive isthe tree but couldnt quite master walking...

jimboloco's heart a bee hive dripping honey

[stilltrucking]

godless & songless, western man dances with the stuffed gorilla through all the blind alleys of a dead-end world.

shlug the goyem?

I can't spell yiddish any better than English

I been using indigo for a font color a lot these days.

the hive is the tree but couldnt quite master walking...

this line jams me into silence,
turns me sideways and inside out
I suppose it is because I have become so sedantary, growing roots, my shoes nailed to the kitchen floor,
the simple joy of bipedal existence you remind me how sweet it is,
four legs good two legs better

[tizz]

laugh
sing
dance
cry



sit
sleep
snore
fly

open
closed
out
in

up
down
alone
i sin


nonsense

[stilltrucking]

mindbum's post was incredible edible and redible,
you say

nonsense

I say wireman wanted poetry and There It Is

nonsense r us
jamming to to a tick tock
nonsense is googling for Genet, be prepared for a hacker attack, scumware, people who think they own you,

up
down
alone
i sin

I Go and sin no more.

[Lightning Rod]

the gun bled with sin
Smith & Wesson sitting in
like a nuance cry
a saxophone slide
the moment is dry

[stilltrucking]

when johhny comes marching home
johnny we hardly knew
johhny got his gun

[Doreen Peri]

nothing is dry
when the rain cry
rips into narrow wholes,
swallowed up by miracles,
droves of bees entered
into hives, mine alive
with honey, honey,
sticky the persistence
of depth and fortitude –
no resistance to love matter
or prominant circumstance
and i will dance on the circumference
of your enigmatic charm, warm
the presence of alarm with doubt
of such, touch the depths of your
prison with a mission to love
love love love love love love,
above crimson bloodlet messes,
leaks of slit wrists, crests of rooster
crows, oh oh how i adore the more
or less of it..... oh how i come
to you when you come
inside my nest, whet with
blessed guesses cried
by jest, suffered by
latter day virtue,
hailed in perfect seclusion...
new are the warrented rages
of wants, sages denying taunts
of angelwings.

i spring to
winter weather
skating on
edges
of wisdom.

nothing is dry.
i am wet with
our reign.

[tizz]

JOHNNY GOT HIS GUN


run away run away


JOHNNY GOT HIS GUN


shoot it up shoo it up


JOHNNY ROPED HIS HORSE
GOT HIS GUN
SHOOT IT UP
BLOW IT DOWN


JOHNNY GOT HIS GUN

run away run away

[tizz]

the gangs are all up flyin' high

hoorah hoorah

this kids will gather and wave the flag

hoorah hoorah


they'll all come out to see him pass

johnny is home to hastings's pass

and they'll all go see him

now that he's down
in the ground
six feet down

[Doreen Peri]

johnny gotta lotta gotme
gun slung on a bum done
lotta scum don't have dat twist
but johnny got dis bliss insisted
with his johnnygun slung like
a guitar over a back backed up
into a walltrap that's the johnny
sling ring me up sometime blind
to doesn't muchmatter straps
craps thrown seven come eleven
on a musical scale fail me not my
virtue, wail into windsails, flutter
wings angelstyle, miles upon miles
upon miles of absent current and
i will find myself landed upon
your gallery, displayed with
legspread hues, you the paint
brush dipping into
want

[tizz]

mary's lamb has come and gone

a sweater i do wear

wooly soft and warm to boot

the color is so fair

a spicket turns upon the yard

a yummy smell it makes

as chops do raost and eyeballs pop

my tummy how she quakes



(ok so i hate lamb's meat but i am up past my bed time and this just popped in my mind. i see hannibal lector in my dreams tonight )

[stilltrucking]

Johnny We Hardly Knew YeThe Ramones never made any big money, but what they did make - especially in the 80s and early 90s - was probably due to Johnny Ramone. A Reagan Republican, baseball card collector, and jackhammer rhythm guitarist, Johnny was the "business brains" behind the Ramones - that is, if a largely dysfunctional band that inspired mass culture but never really benefitted from it financially can be said to possess a business brain.

http://tomwatson.typepad.com/tom_watson ... hardl.html

Johnny, We Hardly Even Knew You
BY JONAH WEISS
BOOKS | 09.24.98
For those too young to remember the presidency of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, the name tends to evoke an awkward admixture of myth and reality. Born into a culture of memory still largely dominated by Boomer nostalgia yet trained in the deep cynicism of the present age, we are forced to situate a modern myth within a more general suspicion that the truth is never so simple. And while this suspicion has been occasionally encouraged by sporadic (usually low-key) reports about JFKs womanizing and possible links to the mob, the Camelot imagery has always maintained a dominant potency in the cocktail of popular and scholarly imagination. What results from this tension is a sort of qualified mythology. Yes, he had an affair with Monroe, but his glamorous and wholesome family life was fundamentally sound. Yes, he got us into Vietnam, but he was going to pull out after reelection. And so on.
http://instantknowledgenews.com/johnnyirish2.mid

While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild
When my heart you so beguiled
Why did ye run from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When you went for to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Sulloon
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again
But they never will take our sons again
No they never will take our sons again
Johnny I'm swearing to ye.

so close to Saint Martin's day,

[Lightning Rod]

the dream schism renegade
not noxious forbearing
I'm glaring down the rabbit wholeness
a hopeless proximity of love and admiration

daft in love and wondering like a dream
the prescription is too weak
my longing for you can't speak
I love you like a worker bee loves her queen

who knows the limits of doreen?
a hive of circumstance willing
and trying and trying
marking the mission of love

[tizz]

want my life to turn out right

want the god damn fish to bite

want my kid not pee my bed

want some day to get me wed

want the world to sleep in peace

don't want god to drop our lease