Coyote Trails

[the mingo]

it just so plows to show ya
that two hills remind ya of beasts
a country's border laid out
and wrapped around
feathers come to the ground
like sent mail
please mr postman
did you bring the bison sperm?

[the mingo]

thin thin walls separate most
from the weather
so amazing what little can do

[the mingo]

not so easy to
get things to hum sometimes
other times you're drowning in it
help help
i don't trust none of it
it's all meant to suck it out of you
suck it right out of you
insidious process -
sometimes takes years before ya notice

[the mingo]

all that's left
is this old man
this old man
this old man
35 degrees
rain
just when i learned
to write asemic poems on snow
with spray paint
the season changes
& the snow begins to melt
another song for the psalter
put it in the rain
amen

[still.trucking]

I don't trust in money
that's my problem
what the hell is wrong with me anyway
it says right on the money in god we trust
I must be mad

help me Rhonda get her out of my mind
she made me up inside her head
like a mad girl's love song

I should make a career out of noticing what I did not notice
I been thinking about a career in sit down comedy
but instead of a stool to sit on I will use a commode

I started reading Roget's Thesaurus
in the john
fascinating the old version
insidious a lovely word
got a rock and roll sound to it

insidious invidious honors
that's what I am beginning to notice lately

[the mingo]

mornin' Jack

[the mingo]

Thesaurus Rex!

[still.trucking]

one hour more and spring will have sprung here
the best time of year
summer heat starts way early here
ride it while I can
feel like I got my life back again

good morning james

[Hypatia]

[sound track]

me and the baron

Jack - just did some tracking down of Baron de Hirsch - what's your connection? How did your family come to be here?

well the short version is all over studio eight I posted a million times about tinker jack and his avatar,

I will post it to you later in a link
well maybe a new asemic version

me and the baron
would not be here if not for his charity
that avatar my name sake
the baron took his daughter
took her from her daddy
brought to America
my mother's mother

we are the peasants the fellaheen, the refuse of foreign shores
plucked from the pogroms by the good baron's compassion for his people
money is not the root of all evil
if for the baron's gelt my family would never have escaped to this happy hunting ground

it was a sad day for the peoples of north America when the Europeans got here, yep


there is another version of the story
love and glory
how many wives did tinker jack go through
five? or three
they kept dying
he kept on be-gating
America, always has been a refuge, but you know I think that people forget that.

thinking about that savage god of my mothers and fathers before they went through Canaan slaughtering every human being to make way for his chosen people
a god of living kindness
I can't complain
I ain't got a J.O.B.

[the mingo]

Thx Jack - i'll get back to this - was just on the flyby and got to go -

[the mingo]

I know you have mentioned all this in bits & pieces it's just that I never looked up the Baron de Hirsch - when I did I was surprised ... this guy put it on the line - his time his money his effort all of it - there is a lot online about him - the thing that surprises me most is that I know you - someone who is here because of his actions - the same curiosity that gets me in trouble also gifts me from time to time with good things - I've learned more than you probably could have told me so don't bother too much about my question - I suppose it's real purpose was to lead me in unexpected directions -

[still.trucking]

“a bridge of groans across a stream of tears”
from reading the Thesaurus Rex [existence abstraction]

From Poland to a trail of tears
I remember those who lost what my family gained

[the mingo]

the asemic life has caught me up - it's all a rush - my imagination has got the full on
adrenalin shakes from it - maybe i write my own thesaurus - an ink blot here - a pen stroke over there - all of it illegible with plenty of room for meaning - this shit is more fun than all the languages of man thrown together -

[still.trucking]

more fun than cocaine
jamming on a coyote trail with you
like a chess game with someone you admirej.p.

[the mingo]

just came across something being done - called Ghost Bikes - I pulled this from the site -

Ghost Bikes are small and somber memorials for bicyclists who are killed or hit on the street. A bicycle is painted all white and locked to a street sign near the crash site, accompanied by a small plaque.