Jacob's Ladder Jam

[WIREMAN]

still climbing
still dreaming
still reaching
& forever listening..............

[stilltrucking]

still writting
still reading

I have read more poetry in the past six years than I have in the previous sixty
litkicks was a big step for me on that ladder
so many heroes I have now.



wireman is wired
for high voltage
he got da juice flowing
nothing can short circuit his joy

North Carolina's outer banks, beaches, sound of the surf, smell of the ocean,
joyous images for me
even if I am land locked

[WIREMAN]

Kitty Hawk sunrises
manta rays big as trucks
floating by cool-ray
polaroid spyed visions
1975 and subsequent
everlastings....
me blown out of
the Hatteras shoreline
torn asunder, place where
the dog followed me back
to the camp fire,
both of us
disgusted with her
rockin our world
should have given in way
back when, Jacob wrestlin'
that angel..........

[stilltrucking]

She come out of the darkness and startled me.

"Mr Truck driver will you give me a ride."

She looked about fourteen to me, later she said she was 18.

Man the last thing I wanted to do was give her a ride, I was kind of defensive maybe because I was angry at the way she had come out of the darkness and suddenly appeared at my side like that. Fear/anger reflex maybe.

But she looked so scared. Like she was 'lostt and found in a bordertown'

I took her as far as fort stockton, all the while she trying to talk me into a detour through San Antone. So I dropped her off at the cafe at fort stockton, I went to feul my truck across the parking lot and dam if she did not scare me again. She comes running up to me saying the cops are coming we got to go. Like I was her partner in crime. This about the time Rodney King got his 15 seconds of fame. That is all I could think to say to her."Who do you think I am, Rodney King?" and she faded back into the darkness and I waited around for the cops to arrive.

I don't know why women been so kind to me
Maybe my grandmother still got her eyes on me
she was always watchful less someone put the evil eye on me

I got to walk my foo dog
that is all I needed was something warm and furry to love
and he such a studly little peek
the women so happy to see us coming
twenty senior citizens living here
18 women
one guy in a wheel chair on oxygen
and me soon to be there.

yes the fair ones are the weaker sex
Frederick maryland makes me high just thinking about it
I wanta break out some raga mountain blue grass

[stilltrucking]

something spooky about her
reminded me of a james earl keen song called Christabel
"things ain't never what they seem
when you find you been living in your own dream"
based on a old poem about a ghost

I am the dumbest man alive about women wireman
I used to think I had a choice
Only one thing I am sure of
if a woman ever asks me if I want anything special again
I am going to say hell no.

lets just act naturaly

I hope I live long enough to have one break my heart again
geezers thrive on broken hearts

Sitting on the stoop with my grandmother back at Eastern and Caroline street. The old witch is talking to her in Polish, once in a while she will break into english for my benefit I think. Theytalk old wives tales about curses.

It is a quantum weird world I live in these days
I try to keep an open mind


Its t for texas
t for thelma
the gal that made a wreck out of me.
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sorry if I turned this into a snip not a jam

[WIREMAN]

"You sure do know how to pick 'em son!"
quoting my mom.......
Guess it was sometime in the early 70's
when I 1st read about Henry Miller and his
wife June. She knocked him down about as low as a
man can go, but sure did give him tons of writing
fodder & never a dull moment I might add.

[stilltrucking]

my mother only broke my heart twice
once when she told me that a girl was not good enough for me
and once when she told me I was not good enough for the girl
Birdman Of ALcatraz
remember that movie?
that's the way I am
serves me right for being such a mama's boy
I was not her favorite son
just her baby boy

You young man
love will find away
I remember a line from a brautigan
"it is good to wake up in the morning and not have to say I love" papaphrase from geezer memory

pretty sure it was brautigan poem.

myabe ferlinghetti.

doing my gonzo zen practice today
sitting in a doctors waiting room again
people pass by with colostomy bags
and say have a good day.
there is an odor in the air
heavy perfumey dissenfectant for the rug maybe
feels like somedoy stick a turkery feather up my nose

[WIREMAN]

quote was from Brautigan, fo sure.....
all that have a good day shit at the
hospital kills me, that and the "How you doin'?"
makes me laugh so hard I jus gots ta cry..........

[stilltrucking]

I could make you cry bro
and laugh through the tears
let me tell ya about my so called Practice

just joking I got no practice not since I lost my "high seat"

have you read the gary snyder poem about student's of Zen and Log Truck Drivers. interesting poem, the line that sticks in my mind is the bit about the thirty miles of dust.

Sorry back to your comment about doctor's offices

It was good Zen for me. Gonzo Zen, it quick and intense. I almost get the same feeling watching the Jerry Springer Show (with the sound off of course)

this jam thing drives me nuts
jamming to the buzz
of an open cased computer

got to find some blues
going to let this text box dangle hear see if I can do this with out losing everything I have typed so far.

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hospital kills me, that and the "How you doin'?"
makes me laugh so hard I jus gots ta cry..........

It was good Zen for me too, not sure what the difference between Zen and buddhism, Zen seems more like a stipped down no frils version. I like the Dalai Lama's remark about "no need to change your religion" and "religion is like medicine"

I was a good fifteen minutes of "sitting" for me mark, sitting there with my itchy nose and breathing such deep beautiful breaths. I had to fight the desire to close my eyes at first, it was much more peaceful with my eyes open.

oh yeah sing it lighning man, my good man
"she walks like she got oil wells in her back yard"

[WIREMAN]

images come to mind
Gauguin's Jacob wrestling the angel
do ya know the painting ST,
(wooh this guy just hoofed by me, headed for the pisser and let out a deep breath
bout knocked me out with the alcohol smell....)
back to that painting it's not so much the figures but that
red background that amazes me, in fact all of his colors
enthrall me, been that way since i was a kid about Gauguin......

[stilltrucking]

don't know the painting yet
but I will

I can always close my eyes and see a blue Old Guitarist
I can see it with my eyes open too
eidetic image for me don't know why
I live for the blues