Coyote Trails

[WIREMAN]

prez pardons gobblers
hurrah...hurrah!
genghis pardons nothin
conquer n pillage
with his horde
straight up
no excuses
no drama
all acted out
on fine steeds
with scientifically
constructed bows
soundtrack by Tuvan
throat singers on their
space guitars
straight up takeover
by the horde
all hail Mongolia!

[the mingo]

Hell yeah & Mongolia too!

[the mingo]

one of the things about electronic media is that if you are using wordpad to compose no matter how much or how little you write when you are finished and read what you have written if displeased in any way you can push a single key & it all disappears - *poof* - just like that and you are all clean again !

[the mingo]

the tale is the thread in the throat
the hammer in the tooth
all nailed down to the prison tree drawn in the cart behind
the head is in the pump
the heart is in the trousers
the umbrella cat seeks to hook the rat
by only one claw
between freedom and the wall
say cheese when the horse runs rings
around the wheel
blood & drool
hospital jewels
and the whipping rod
takes it on the chin
in the house where every one whistles

[the mingo]

the motel status frameworked minority code
cannot be predicted by area or approach
error becomes the sum of commitment
poetry is a maximum export source of markers
running hand to heart & parallel to circumstances
from any point to any direction -

jam however is
a meateater

neither internal or external
but emergent always
giving evidence and impetus
always toward becoming

it's original cause cannot be quantified
or laid waste

the goal of anarchy
is integrative with the tearing
of the temple curtain in two
to reveal a new world
beyond -

where a whole lot of shakin' is going on

[WIREMAN]

jam meat
jam meter
jam is way
different from
poe, but in the
same family
narrative prose
like jack wrote
poetic, but not
poetry, yet when i
look poetry up
on wikipedia
i find just about
everything could
be classed as poetry
ugh....so now i contradict
myself, like old henry miller
did all the time, maybe
from page to page, i always
loved that in his writing
it was like he was looking at
a subject from all the angles
and inside outs, most of what
i read on our poetry formum
is narrative prose, instantaneous
but not really jam, which is ~GO!
it's like my record collection
i always had the catagories
rock, blues, jazz, folk, yet a lotta
rock crossed the lines that really
arent lines.....i really dig the piece
previous to the piece u wrote above
its more poetic than anything on poetry
for me at this point in the journey
jam definitely aint for everybody
maybe we b the last
maybe when we're gone somebody or
some group of kids will pick up the flame
it takes 2 to jam, so in a sense jam is
a dance, yeah dancin' with words.......

[the mingo]

it takes 2 to jam, so in a sense jam is
a dance, yeah dancin' with words

i like the way you put that - works for me - your right about the diff in the two pieces - the one your talkin' about likin' was a jam - one thing leading to another on the cuff - the second i picked and chose between options - it was trying to lead and follow simultaneously - not true jam for sure -

[the mingo]

i don't care who has the blues, even if it's me, as long as my fingertips are in the jelly jar - every eclipse comes equipped with its own limits - no matter how clear you can only see just so far into any body of water - this includes the sea of love
- my apprenticeship to the apocalypse was stricken from the script but i'm no longer looking for anything else to buy - and who is it that forbids commitments? a deviate, that's who, but they have some good salesmanship skills those guys - i prefer good confederates to the last drop - a seasoned lunatic also is not without value - a good geek is worth their weight in dreams - beam me to extremes - hollow tubes are used to launch rockets, blame it on all the protein going around - i can intervene in any scene with my wide-screen submarine which makes me totally unforeseen - it's keen, chet baker, keen -shall we improvise & emphasize? fortify & jeopardize? i know! we'll simplify & symbolize then go somewhere nearby or far off & listen to the seagulls cry -

- likewise baptize before the signal is shut off forever - unwise to wear shorts i suppose - hard to find a good tadpole sandwich these days - i'd lick my paws shamelessly on command for a decent tadpole sandwich - a tadpole sandwich is a work of art and tadpole sandwich artists are scarce these days

somebody call Field Marshall Rommel quick !

[the mingo]

pie in the sky
fire in the hole -

i am an expansive transcendent - i do this by breathing - most all of us are expansive transcendents because most all of us breathe - even the stones breathe - they just don't show it - some years ago i was driving along the road and saw in someone's front yard a grouping of small boulders - a sign had been written and nailed to a stake & the stake driven into the ground amidst the boulders - the sign said: Rock Concert -

www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RR6xJ0gWH8

[WIREMAN]

stones roll
they rock for
sure, when tripping
u see them move
and yes breathe
all life is in-out
inhale-exhale
now n then
before n after
afterlife?
before life?
and just what
r these dreams?
they are like another
life in an alternate
world, then u wake
breathing.......

[the mingo]

dreams live on that edge where the babbling of the subconscious begins to be heard - yet many of them seem to adhere to a theme, following their own plot, presenting their own storyline ...

[the mingo]

" But at that moment she was at home in Los Angeles, far away from the scene of her devotions, and not thinking of them at all. "

The Road to Los Angeles - John Fante
_________________________________________________________

where the edge of the land
meets the edge of the sea
the shore
many things live upon it
or come to it from far away
the songs sung here
are different from the songs
sung in the mountains
__________________________________________________________

www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5Xxr3V1hCQ

[the mingo]

all poets are liars
all hard at work hoping to hone
their lying abilities to
a fine degree -

if i said i am walking out my front door
and will now describe it -
any reason to read that shit?

but if i write:
i went out my front door
& there on the lawn
the calvalry - both horse & rider
lay dead at my feet -

then & only then
someone might stick around
for the next line -

poetry is a performance art
nothing more -

- you've got to jazz it -

otherwise you're just another news reporter
or copy writer
or novelist

like any prostitute
a poet must find
then work the hook

of course the upfront expression of this fact
is blasphemy among poets
who will bring wrath upon it -
because they present what they do
as magic & themselves as special practitioners
of a sacred & mystical alchemy -

- the excrement in that view is tangible -

the cavalry is still lying dead on the lawn
horse & rider
their uniforms are all the same
they are not warriors
just simple soldiers
& that's all they should be

www.youtube.com/watch?v=taADLPtyDb0

[the mingo]

In the face of sentimentality I had gone ruthlessly forward

The Road to Los Angeles - John Fante

the inner life is a trap - we need every facet on the diamond to survive and then abide - the moon aligns with us tonight & is surprised - i cannot refine it or provide any explanation nor is it contrived - every stone i turn over is unsigned but i know someone made them - each & every one of every size.

[the mingo]

I sighed. Ah well, who knows? Maybe it will crash beyond the lighthouse at the end of the breakwater.

The Road to Los Angeles John Fante


... playing online chess in a snowstorm - a bit of a blizzard actually - I have the black pieces & the game begins - d4 - a queen's pawn game - I don't like queen pawn games - white gets to call all the shots in the opening & it gives me the heebee-jeebees - Nf6 - c4 - the Queen's Gambit -
I don't like especially the Queen's Gambit - chess commentators & chess historians are fond of saying that the Queen's Gambit has given rise to some of the most beautiful "positional" chess that the game has ever seen - i am not a chess commentator nor historian - I am a chess player & you can take the Queen's Gambit and position it midway up your rectum & sideways for good measure - what to do? you can't afford any limp dick moves in the opening against the Queen's Gambit, your only option for a chance at survival is absolute precision on the move & absolutely no waste of time - e6 - Nf3 - the pawn move to e6 opens the f8 - a3 diagonal for my King's bishop with a view toward giving check to the white king from the b4 square serving both development & attack without losing a tempo and not exposing anything else to attack - white uses the opportunity to freely develop another piece - Nf3 - now Bb4 check - ah yes! N(@b) to d2 blocking the check but now the knight is pinned to the king and blocks the immediate development of white's queen bishop - good news for me so i'm gonna let it sit for a move, which is all that will be allowed anyway - e3 - yup now he's working to develop his King's bishop - among several alternatives I choose to castle kingside to get my king to relative "safety" because I know the speed which this particular player is gonna come at me - even the Khan would find much to admire in the ruthlessness of this guy - and that's where i'm gonna leave it for now - . . .