Zuihitsu

[the mingo]

I am poured out like sticky sticky. On my knees - the last beginner. Trying to rhyme an orange with my toe, a detail that's easy to miss. My number is melodic when snakes are sleeping and my vase is empty of everything 'cept intelligent popcorn. I worry and poke around for fun and reflect and condemn various crowns. I become tighfisted with glamor this month. This place is brief I can say and wise flesh is punished with a kiss and whispered material searches the steep for mere threads in the aftermath of objects.

I can't wait to greet my bicycle. Until then I yawn in expectation. Not because I am bored but the need for extra oxygen overcomes me from time to time. Believe me these are the days of need.

[judih]

the need for peeling reality to get to the juice, no not peeing but maybe so, recycle thoughts, out with the no thank you, in with the pleas!
more and more i mime the word 'beg'
may students know i'm serious

[the mingo]

I breed toes in the cellar & chase the sofa quacks into the pastoral - gaudy & blue-eyed I hoard my temper beans towards the day this all becomes reality with the mark of sanctity, just the kind of natural contrast I can use - at this point a faithful finish could only add to the glamor - there is nothing needless, I see that now.

PS - Don't forget the passenger girls up around the fish camp,
they yell the whole time the fog is building in but they are merciful.

[the mingo]

Behavior ! The real unknown black toad in the salad ! Talk about an upset to my pollution ... I could side with a responsible cough but my desire flows outward towards a wish to make things from toothpaste -

immense strew !
balls over the edge !
trashing the majestic !

... my beagle informs me he wants a copy of "Trout Fishing in America" to take with him on his next trip into the woods. Makes a guy proud, ya know.

I might even break right down and cry.

[the mingo]

Any time, anywhere, Zuihitsu !!!

[the mingo]

"I write about anything."
......................Kikuchi Genichi
......................93 yrs old & living in a village
......................somewhere in rural Japan

[the mingo]

the need for peeling reality to get to the juice, no not peeing but maybe so, recycle thoughts, out with the no thank you, in with the pleas!
more and more i mime the word 'beg'
may students know i'm serious

* *

[the mingo]

A dog sleeps. I finish my milk. I've been drinking milk from cows all my life. Recently I've begun having grazing fantasies.

Heavy rain all day. I've stayed inside and listened to a lot of jazz music. A lot of the people I've listened to have been dead for a lot of years.

Too much pump has been put into things
quieter moments have been hunted down
and shot / gutted / broken in pieces
left for the wind

Dark now not raining anymore a fit of sneezing seizes me. Between one sneeze and the next I have a thought of Julie London then of a photo of a ghost shirt in a book.

The whole world is a museum.

[WIREMAN]

.....the talk turned to spirits and "ghosts" with my roomie tonight as we watched the hockey game......I just let him take the lead saving my own experiences for another evening, perhaps?......silence of night now, except for an incessant hummmmmm, distant but not far enough away, up the alley I feel after I went to investigate....it resounds on high over the roof tops....

a sound incessant
my roommates sleep
night is chilled

.....I feel a need to write tonight....perhaps it's just melancholy or maybe it's a seeking to find the exuberance of long ago.....times when there was action in the cyber realm and I was in a floating stage where I thought I'd never come down from the writing buzz.....now there's only this hummmmm that persists like an abyss that I can't extricate myself out of....or can I?....it's all attitude, yes that's it...hold your head high, turn the perceived demons on their heads, let music flow once more....yes that's the simple key to unlock the door.....I will let you know how it all works out in a day or 2, now for a cool smile (magically the hummmmm has abated)

[the mingo]

I hear ya on the exuberance - but it may be a result of entering the final leg of our journey - at this point I expected to be concerned if I was coming up on the finish line or if the finish line was coming up on me but that kind of thing and that kind of thinking do not seem of much import anymore. I was up on the ridge today with the beagle doing his thing nose to the ground and I turned face first into a wind blowing strong from the south. This is incredible, Wireman,
the winter in full retreat here on Tug Hill and March 1st no less.

[WIREMAN]

Surviving is all that matters anymore

[Arcadia]

Any time, anywhere, Zuihitsu !!!

[WIREMAN]

Zuihitsu anytime....anywhere....at the bar this time, around noonish......brunch w/mamas & papas California dreaming......mama told me ....be a simple man.......Zuihitsu dreaming.....poetry dreaming......anything goes dreaming, kinda like it is, plain and simple....

chilly willy, brrrrrrrrrr
sunny and bright outside
more than demeanor

March rolling along.....1.....2....3....4.....5.......

[WIREMAN]

......infinity....just think about it....blows everything else away...the ultimate trump card......nuff said, don't wanna go there.....chill music here at jojo's @ 1:06 am.
grooving to Luna .....chicken tenders and fries hit the spot ......chilly out there tonight.........trying to knock myself out, just can't sleep tonight......

talking politics
at the bar at night or day
sucks, like the cold

this guys going off about Health insurance about 2 years too late or 3......... u never talk religion or politic at the bar.....nuff said.

[the mingo]

Any time, anywhere, Zuihitsu !!!

Veronica ! Glad to hear you ! How you been? What's going on down there? Coming out of winter here can't wait want it over over over ! Want to get on my bicycle and go go go !