perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[WIREMAN]

Displayed
Tirade
On parade
Hair fade
Unfair trade
Gatorade
Foreign aid
Jam mind @ brunch
Amidst the capn crunch
Juevos rancheros
Me lookin more and more
Like santa
Jamma - jamma

[stilltrucking]

mountains and music
rocking the rock
rolling the stone

faith in the god all mighty dollar
snakes on everything
parades and charades of tirades
if not for studio eight
if not for the music and poetry
I don't think I could make it
another day

[WIREMAN]

Break on through
Doors of perception cleansed
Way past the comprehend
Blake visions
Sink or swimmin
Words drivin
Thoughts given
Jam night
Jam day
Jam never says,
"get the hell
outta my way!"

[stilltrucking]

making my way past the comprehend
to the marvelous

I heard it said that faith moves mountains
but Mohammed never tried.

I'm walkin too

[WIREMAN]

Blueberry hills
After the thrill was gone
Watched On the Road again
By my lonesome this time
A little better
I dig the girl
Looks like my dancer girlfriend
back in '77-'78
Oh she was a pistol
Liked to smoke her cigs in
movie theaters, a big no-no
even back then
She got us kicked out of more than
a few of those old DC haunts
Working right around the corner from her place
at GW
22nd & H NW.
My how the old towns changed
A concrete jungle jungle jungle
I did it
I had to eat
My sleeves are wet with Ryokan tears
Life moves on in good old Foggy Bottom

[the mingo]

let me move some
of these gears around
this hill's a bitch
long approach
and then the top just puts it to ya
man! Shit! humping & humping
but when ya make the apex
the drop waiting for you
just makes ya smile and you
forget all bout the climb as
gravity takes hold on you & your machine
& the sweet coast begins ...
half way down the wind rips the hat
right off your head
and you know with an ear-to-ear grin
that no matter how much you might have loved it
you ain't breakin' a roll like this
for no fuckin' hat

[WIREMAN]

Pedal to metal
Plastic theses daze
Creating concrete jungles
Sick of it
18 months to go
Leap of faith
Belief in skills
So hard to change an early
morning ritual after 41 years
Where do I go?
Santa Cruz....Boulder.....Burlington....
or do I stay put in little Frederick town
where i walk the streets and the people
call out "Wireman!"

[judih]

there's a lot to be said for being known in your community - especially if the knowing's good.

do you long for a quiet retreat? have you always wished for a buddhist hermit getaway?
the time for experimenting is approaching!

[WIREMAN]

Still need a coffee house
A spot to perform
Always seem to find
it, by being in town
Been to the country
'90-'92
Watched my sculptures grow
and my love life fall apart
I had a dream
Always figured i'd end up an
old Han Shan man, writing poetry
& making sculptures on the mountain
Preferably by the sea
Where I have always loved to walk
the beach in rapt meditation
I love being near a college
The energy of youth and learning
invigorates me
1 1/2 years to go till 62
Then i'll sculpt full time
Play my guitar and write....write.....write!!!

[stilltrucking]

home is where my treasure be
in the belly of the butterfly
"after all these years
I am still alive
cut me loose
let me fly"
—jitterbug

[WIREMAN]

Ipad makes it hard to put that
song here
Bears eating moths in Yellowstone
for protein
Grizzly man a fool
Werner Herzog a gas
Wim Wenders amazing
Woody Allen way past prime
Kurosawa long gone
Frederico in heaven
Saint Jack way past that new flick
I tried and tried to like that movie ST
Maybe I should write screen plays
They sure needed someone better than
The guy who wrote the one for On the Road
Enuff said, i'm showing my wire right now!

[the mingo]

sometimes I wanna back up
or at least slow down
but not this morning
this morning I wanna roll roll roll
I wanna be the coyote you see
out of the corner of your eye
a momentary flash
& when you look again
so gone you question yourself
that it was ever there
in the first place

[stilltrucking]

that's a big ten four
one of those mornings
I gotta go
I GOT TO GO
Jack knew momentum
he knew time
and motion
he could have been a happy trucker in a Gary Snyder poem

WHY LOG TRUCK DRIVERS RISE
EARLIER THAN STUDENTS OF ZEN

In the high seat, before dawn dark,
Polished hubs gleam
And the shiny diesel stack
Warms and flutters
Up the Tyler Road grade
To the logging in Poorman creek.
Thirty miles of dust.

There is no other life.

Japhy Ryder knew irony
that's why jack loved him.

[WIREMAN]

We blast down I-270
Doors off 4 thirty am.
Feels so fine
Screen cyber writer
I remember before i started
Notebooks n more notebooks
Hundreds of notebooks
Little n big
Cafe hangin
Listening to the peoples buzz
Lovin life
Ressurecting mine
Became firehouse man
Bowels of Baltimore
Always preferred it to DC
Since i was a paperboy
We went enmasse to old
Memorial stadium on 33rd St.
Still taste that day on a bus
Oriole magic, all we had was
lowly Nats, but DC was my hometown
Born and raised
Still spend everyday there earning that pay
Working right where my grand dad grew up
Old Foggy Bottom GWU

[WIREMAN]

11:11 pm. Jam
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Turn the page
Roll dem bones
Spout it out
Light it up
1st thought/best thought
Stream thy consciousness
Bite the bullet
Viva zapata
Smoke em if ya gots em
Rise and fall
Ebb and flow
All along the lee shore
Diamond sutra
Gospel of the lord buckley
Eat it raw
Et spiritu sanctu
Domini et domini
Watch that owls head turn
Round and around
Ball of confusions
Reading dr. Sax
Watching dr. Ruth
Eye of the needle
Head of a pin
You must go in the front door
Scratch that itch
Let your body flip
Feel the grip
The pushing thru
The do waka do
1st thought sound
Pack a hounds
Ready to rebound
Sink or swim
Shape i'm in
No u don't know
Shape i'm in
Always words
Waiting to be heard
Mo shortage above
Less habit below
Never travel 4th class
Nor try and dodge the draft
Bills to pay
Watch the parade
Hear the sirens song
I'll be doggone
Baby face, u got the cutest
My baby don't love nobody but me
My my my
Take to the sky
Rocket in my pocket
Finger on the trigger
Jammin fool!!!!!