#23 -The "I Can't Wait Word Jam" March 8-16, 08

[mnaz]

consciousness yes
examining it for signs of a pissing contest

always. and laughing.

[stilltrucking]

wishing I had saved every cigarette butt I ever smoked
every beer can I ever crushed
every piece of toilet paper
every thing I ever used and thrown away

I could look on a pile of trash and say
my life's work
multiply it by six billion souls
and we have a civiliztion.

archeologists from outter space are going to have a field day with our trash


among all the telephone memor slips, the computer printouts, the punch cards, the floppy disks, the ticker tape, un exploded artillery shells.

bits and pieces of paintings and scuptures
the plastic coffee stirrers from McDonalds
some shards of pottery
a few clay tablets
the occasional novel or poem
a few words from gilgamesh
and a torn page from ecclesiastes
everywhere we have left a rich load of knowledge


they say it has already happened
and it will always happen
cause Hindus never die

[stilltrucking]

Thunder and lightning
driving snow
howling wind
winter wonderland in Wisconsin

It is a wild ride
and they say
don't look back
but I always do

you really have no choice
if you are articulated
a tail wind and
everything is moving aways so fast
you don't know where the trailer is

Jacob Morley with his chains
me with my bullshit

I don't know jesus on the cross
but I have seen images of a skinny hippy
Do you love jesus
oh yes
lets nail another jew to a cross
get down with the virgin mary

but I want to rock and roll with the abomination on the mountain top

Poor old saint jack
women drove him to an early death

[stilltrucking]

poor old bukowski
the blondes with the tight pussies
came to late for him
but he still had his wife's ass to kick
poor old saint jack
He had his mama
and the real gone chicks
but they all got hip to his tricks

and over all Kali spreads her deathly charms
we caught in the black widows thread
we hop and dance
strut and pose
every body must get laid

I never knew a woman
needed a man for protection
I am very smart
a real fucking genuis


oh well
I jam
you jam
I scream
you scream
we all scream
for ice scream
''''''''''''submit?>>>>>>>>>>

she weaves her web around us and we have no idea we are being drawn into her lair
a dangerous woman
a woman of dangerous intelligence freud called lou salome.

"a woman can weave such excitement around a man he hardly knows he is being drawn to her" something like that a quote from geezer memory
from a book called THe Women of THe Beat Generation.

[stilltrucking]

don't we all love a good pissing contest
male ego 101
kill it or fuck it

[stilltrucking]

just for the record
from the chapter on Edie Parker Kerouac, First Mate (1923-1992)
Women of the Beat Generation.

"You can weave such an exciting ambience around a man he'll hardly know he's being held by it" Joyce Johnson.

It is hard to be a beautiful woman I have heard
all those unintentional conquests to deal with

Watching my nephew's girl friend's daughter playing bride.
She has it all planed, she just needs to find a groom to stick on stop of her cake. "The ultimate accessory" a woman said on the raidio "is a husband."

Men are so ef ing boring

And little girls still dream of growing up to be polyester brides.


so it seems
the sands are shifting under our feet
people like me are clueless
in this brave new world

life follows new forms
this is all hind sight

I am a road hog I suppose
no body jaming but us chickens
so many plots to hatch
it takes a lot of sitting


I can't wait
so I masturbate
I am not a poet
and I fucking well know it

[stilltrucking]

pander from the gander
it is good for the goose
chantilly lace and a pretty face
make me act like a long necked goose

"rosey cheeked demons
and starry eyed maidens"

an old lecher
looks at seventy
and
leans into his fate

but I was born an innocent trusting child
but oh those lovely baths
I may look like a dirty little kid in this picture but I was always getting baths from her.
Her greatest pleasure in life was feeding me and watching me eat, and giving me baths in her kitchen sink when I was just a little jackster.

I don't think I have one picture of her without a spoon or laddle in her hand.

Sometime during world war two I think.


there were black out shades on the windows

[stilltrucking]

for Mnaz
and jimboloco


jimbo sitting beside the broken road, like a buddha under a bodhi tree.

I call it the end of the road
I forgot what jim called it
maybe the broken road

your picture still at the top of the page

amazing how little I noticed it in passing till wireman brought it to my attention.

So here we are on a monday morning
and I am resisting the tempation to walk into your dunes.
could be anywhere I suppose
depends what mountains those are in the distance
the Caucus, the Zargos,
I forgot where you were
in California I think


have you ever stood on the ledge of a tall building and looked down
felt a force pulling you towards it?

Kind of how I feel about the picture.

the sun to your left or right depends on which way the way the shadows moving

Oh mnaz
give me a beat to free my soul
I want to get lost in your desert

I have no frame of reference with out a road
I only feel safe when I have a road
to point me

but I want to be burried at sea
a shiftless sailor on a concrete sea.

jam jam
hammer hammer
put the petals to the medals
where have all the flowers gone
gone to graveyards every one
I don't want no stinking tombstone

just bury me if you must
next to the tree
where the women squat to pee.

[stilltrucking]

Doreen said

Well, now that you're here, what can't you wait for?

I can't wait for the music
I can't wait for the poetry
I can't wait for the art

Staring into the void
waiting for a sign
I can't wait for signs
I can't wait for messiahs
I can't wait for spring
I can't wait for baseball
and then I can't wait for the season to be over
cause I can't stand watching the orioles


I can't wait for a jam
it is always a GO

westbound is to japan
east coast bound is to peevette
the coast of ME

community of strangers
ships that pass in the night
the moore I don't hear from her
(peevette) the more I start to feel heart sick
we share our mundane lives here
who has a sister or a brother or a child in the middle east.

I CAN'T WAIT ANOTHER FUCKING MINUTE FOR THIS WAR TO BE OVER.

I am such an idiot
nevermind

[stilltrucking]

tunnell vision
probably why I did not know what wireman meant
if I back off the page
I see this open text box
emoticons to the left, the banner at the top
and this text jaming across the screen
which is smeared with something
probably nicotine or worse

yeah get into this text box like I am in a white out, with a death grip on the wheel and my nose against the windshiled try to force my eyes through the glass and see one fucking light, one dim silloette
Fear does focus one's mind they say

but it also brings a terrible calm.

christ I am a victim of semiotics
twenty years apart my life repeated
she was saying no and I could see she meant it so even though we were that close to it I stopped.
then twenty years later in a bed room where this picture hung on the wall



She was smiling and saying no at the same time.
Tell me I don't have aspergers syndrome

I don't think I have ever had a woman say anything helpful to me during sex.

such silent women they have been
all seven of my lovers.

[Doreen Peri]

i love ya, 'truckin ... you keep the jam going when everybody else is gone...

lol

[judih]

hey, when i stop bashing my head against the wall
i'll say something
..
..
..
..
..
soon

[Doreen Peri]

I was waiting for the murder mystery
to end while trying to figure out
whether I identified more with the
unknown murderer or the victim.

Then I stopped waiting and killed time
by imagining murder eradicated from
the planet.

Such is the way a lady in waiting thinks.

[stilltrucking]

Soon as I am done bashing my head
stashing my stash
talking trash

I am going to do the monster mash
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[mnaz]

hey jack, i had roads in the desert too...
it's just a lot of them weren't paved, and i could stop anywhere...
the locals would say 'there's nothing out there'... perfect.
release... from a fever of A to B, from so many symbols,
from slavery of destination into a land of pure now...