Zuihitsu

[WIREMAN]

......just a bit of jibber-jabber mingo.....but I likes this zuihitsu form

[the mingo]

......just a bit of jibber-jabber mingo.....but I likes this zuihitsu form

Me too. Suits me to a tight T. "Following the brush" ... and can you ever. Do anything with it.
You can pour yourself into it, anything at all. Please inform President Jefferson I have reached the Pacific but I won't be returning to St. Louis with the rest of the Corps. Poetry. Prose. Essay.
Diary. Musings. Story.Talks with yourself. It is pure surrealist anarchy and a ball to boot.

all poems
are the fading of sunlight
along the edge of an icicle

[the mingo]

So much pollution, but I'm guilty myself having more than once settled for stainless steel in lieu of perpetual silver. Once, on a narrow bridge I was called a surrealist anarchist by another. I remember laughing at her then but she may have been in the territory of the truthful. Of course, her goal was to have a baby, whole agenda right there. I thought love had something to do with it but I was quite wrong. That was twenty years ago and she probably looks like her mother now.

[the mingo]

I think things would be different if we had to dig our own graves.

There is never a great distance between here and the transfer station - what ?
describe amusement,
or
the acoustics are spotty, I admit, but am I smoggy for expecting overjoy in the bedroom of found & pacify ?

I'm always checking the goldfish input, sometimes it's erratic & lumpy and there's always the icy self angle but I need Gary Cooper in the street at High Noon or Julie London to sing me a summertime ...

... O, Voyage ! Sweet sweet voyage. O Julie London !

[the mingo]

I used to be slimy & rare, going to glib tell parties and building boats of substance with a finish of tiger blur. It was nothing for me to fearlessly infringe on parts of the boundless and clock the rates of yoke & chair & the strain on the ordinary when I was a trip boy going around sticking my leg into chilly mailboxes before I learned to take a seat in a jealous land. My mind now is entirely accidental and I take salt with my wine. I keep the adjectives in my cellar well-fed, the verbs in the attic sedated until use, the nouns I give free range of the main floor.
So far that arrangement has worked out well.

May you never see me yawn with oatmeal in my mouth. It's not terribly romantic, you know.

Wait 'til spring when we can picnic in the open with our Barbie's once again.

[judih]

let adjectives go
nouns beg for friends
no one's an island

[WIREMAN]

....tilted, the way I'm writing on a wobbly iPad .......hey, hey, hey another cloudy day...winter marches on......writing at the bar again, no particular reason....caught in zuihitsu land soul music on the sounds, basketball on the screen....bar filling up slowly but surely, 3 guys laughing.........super Sunday, it's a toss up the way I sees it.....vodka and tomato but not a Bloody Mary ......a rest between lines......be back later, ain't got nothing much to say...

[the mingo]

....be back later, ain't got nothing much to say...

That usually don't keep me from the bit. I always got something to say even if I have to pull it out my ass. Sometimes, when I don't feel like it, I fight it. Nail & tooth. In true surrealist
anarchic fashion down to the last damn syllable. If God can raise up children to Abraham from stones I can raise up words out of the silence fuck yeah Han-Shan !

Display the shake of harmonious hinder ! Foamy ! Endless word horde called to the service of egg yummy to undull the wilderness ! To be awake is to be messy and boy o boy do I remember Sally ! Put this: "Tongue Payment" on my tombstone !

Zuihitsu Away !!

[WIREMAN]

Zuihitsu-

....basho thoughts......on a 64 degree morning how can u help but smile?......gonna get dicey later tonight though.......buried here in my iPad, everyone else these daze on their smart phones.....one kid seems to wanna scream a shrill wail, ugh!....... Phil Collins "I can feel it in the air tonight", feels like an eternity since the 80's or does it really?....... Thinkin bout ole basho on the road this morn......

[the mingo]

Winter seems to be breaking early, me too maybe. Ready to ride some bike, ready to go out the damn door without boots, gloves, heavy coat, fucking hat, can I get some relief with an amen?

Local murder down south of Oneida Lake. Some guy's body cut up, parts found here and there.
Yeah, it's February and folks getting hinky. Drinking too much, driving too fast, saying enough is enough. They all want warmth & flowers.

Looking forward to when I can bitch, whine, moan, about the heat.

[the mingo]

Snowing hell bent for bitch up here - damn I mean damn -

At this point in my life I don't know anyone named Charlotte.

Just came from a scan of Bible discussion sites. I found the lot to be just as wacked as poetry sites. The stone has long since been rolled away, the tomb is still empty, and people are still gabbing about it. Or more than ready to go to war over it.

America - a place in the mind

What's the news from New Zealand on those whales what crashed the beach ? How many saved? Last vid I saw showed some folks on their knees next to the whales, some dousing them with water and some singing songs to them - that's right, singing songs to them - if I was a whale gone all to the trouble of suiciding myself by running aground on a beach and now the primates come out of the woodwork with their plastic pails and towels and songs and holy shit get me back into the sea because the last thing I'd want to hear as I lay dying in the sand was someone's offkey rendition of "Ramble On" by Zed Lepplin sung into my blowhole.
Fresh octopus farts, anyone ?

Saw a girl once with a red plastic heart tied by a strap to her wrist. I thought about the symbolism of that. The portent. All possible meanings. Existence is a frightening place because it is the territory of the subconscious mind. The urge to adornment is as old as the subconscious mind. Shell beads have been found tentatively dated 50,000 to 70,000 yrs old. They were drilled to be strung on a cord to be worn around the neck. For a woman or a man ? A child ? Who knows ?

Had a grilled ham & cheese sandwich last night for supper, around seven o'clock I think. Now it is 4:05 in the morning and I'm hungry again. Humankind - the Eternal Stomach.
Even zombies must eat. What the hell is all this zombie business anyway ? Its all over the place, movies TV video books youtube wikipedia you name it and zombies are there -
Americans will have to change the motto on their coins to "In Zombies We Trust" - It's the Resurrection minus Christ. As entertainment it speaks volumes to the state of our psyche.

Looks like it's gonna snow all the way to dawn fuck yeah, Mongolia. Still don't know anyone named Charlotte. I lived in North Carolina for a spell in the mid 80's, didn't know any Charlotte there either but did meet a Carly. She lived in a camping trailer in a field of grass. Carly was fucked in the head. Or maybe the heart.

NPR news site has restricted the number of stories you can view for free so fuck them.

Poetry? sure ...

The Operations of Humanity

I will sleep
wake, make marks, leave sign,
sleep again

[WIREMAN]

Zuihitsu from here to eternity ......and back ..........open mic night here at Nola tonight..... Miss Carol sitting here at the bar with me, she says, "your the reason I can read
Wireman"...blew my mind..."it was because of poetry night here."......

Through tears I ride
To the other side of
a great big " NOW!"

[the mingo]

As the great American George Corley Wallace said on his campaign trail in ' 68, "The chickens have come home to roost", and so it is with us today. I have not nor will I ever count those chickens. Nor have I given them names because the river flows on and when it takes me out of sight around the bend the chickens cannot follow. Take pleasure in each coming breath as we did at the beginning and remember we are part of a moving thing.

[the mingo]

Sometimes I'm just out of the mood for anything. A man can care very much and still not be able to do shit anything about nothing. Is that some kind of negative what I just said ? Ain't heard a train pass through all night. Don't know where they all at. Dear God, my trains are missing ! Can't type as fast as Kerouac I've heard could. Some kind of Wild Bill Hickok at the typewriter it's said.

Our President got his sea legs under him yet ? I hope he gets himself sorted out double quick on that score. Our enemies are watching.

It doesn't matter to God how "long" something takes. The bush is still burning and the sea is still parted. People are still playing the banjo too but Bill Monroe is dead. It don't matter to the banjo.

I've gained a few pounds over the winter. Bike season can't get here soon enough from the looks of things.

I used to believe I was smarter than the average beagle but that was before I got a beagle.
Now I don't believe stupid thoughts so much.

[the mingo]

Sometimes, I swear, words just want to fuck around. Even when their lunchrooms are watery.
They go about exciting the sick. Minor irritations to great aggravations.

Only the fortunate recognize the temporary. Everything else is the play of stupid. I feel the earth under my feet. Nothing else is needed.

I don't hear a hum. I've never seen a UFO. The Illuminati have no control over demons.
Let every question carve a grin into your face. We can only continue.The righteous cannot be held by good nor evil.