perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[stilltrucking]

pie in the sky
blueberry Mondays
jam on
another roadside attraction

the chill of the thrill
on blueberry hill
first thoughts
like lyrics
to the music


I got to listen
silence deafening
cause it is never ever
really silent
ambient noise

listen to jingle and the roar of the
wabash cannonbal
I feel like the wreck of the old 97—
some mornings—till I get a shower

I wash my junk,
think about the 'Silence of the Lambs' and
the parts he did not like to touch,
me, I like to touch.
Touching reminds me why I am here
like the mr penis in the zap comic books
the purpose of life is...
more life.
Wolf Larsen got nothing on me

Buddha and the crocodiles
I wish I was a better Buddhist
I wish I knew Zen
because I have read
that women can't get
enlightenment

[stilltrucking]

first thoughts
working without a net
if not for my morning shower
my ball washing ritual
I would be lost
I forget about the meat
everyday I got from here on out
a new day dawns
I am just a victim of civilization and hot showers.


I lived this life like the men who don't fit in
I make it up as I go on,no, not so much make it up as remember
remember and forget
I am gone with the help of a small circle of friends
I hope they don't mind cause it ain't heavy
it's just a roll of the karmic dice

[WIREMAN]

Connections wavering
Never literal
Looking off the wall
Jam time
Ipad screen tapping
Artists gotta b far out
Momma gone
Momma shockers
Plundering quo statis
Rock and roll yer mom would not be proud of
Ain't rockin
Loved my momma
Loved my dad
World changin
History rearranging
Poetry nights
Word heard
All about the word
Get yur 10 minutes
Step on up!

[the mingo]

I was a was
and then slipped thru the necessary
to find a thousand years had gone by
with their nearlies & naturals & pay
the ol' path rent boogie
all the way to the sea
beyond reason
beyond milk
beyond color
beyond correct
what a direction!
and there was the moon
to ride with me

[WIREMAN]

Relief
Maybe temporary
Cruizin the wilderness
1200cc's
Fearless
Ageless
More nights on stage
As long as they wanid
Walk in the door
"Hey wireman!"
Love this lil big town
Clothes in dryer
Screwdrivers in gut
Chicken wings too
Work in mind back
Made it over the hump
Nice 2b jammin'!!!!!

[WIREMAN]

Mucho trabajo
Welcome respite
Makin octopus
Chesapeake wildlife auction
Good design
Kinda japanese
Intelligent eyes mysterioso
Brunch @Nola cafe
Loud, like school cafeteria
Might just go back to cocoon
Watch some football
Or not
Work on octopus for sure
Show in a month
Rebars got me jammin!

[stilltrucking]

literal literature
on the hard line
of my sweet time

been working for
rum and coca cola
down in Dixie land

I wish I was a poet too
but I am just grateful to be able to read it.
well you can stop reading this now because from here on down it is nothing but

whippoorwills and swizzle-sticks


some old German dude a couple hundred years ago wrote "Poetically man dwells"
I don't like to dwell on things like old age and decrepitude or the forlorn rags of old age.
I was looking at my feets today and wondering how they got so beat up. Then I got to thinking about saint jack and how old some people get at the tender age of 47. Strangers tell me I don't look my age. I been thinking about getting a Tee-shirt with the numbers 73 on them.

Hippies look good in the box they say.
I say "eat drink and be merry because to morrow you could be in Salt Lake City."

I made twenty bucks today, and I feel good about it.
That's about as literal as I can get at this present point in time in this text box.
Thanks for let me see your octopus it cheered me up

[jackofnightmares]

of men and bears
and Foucault's pendular penis
does mingo shit in the woods

Wednesday, hump-day
i think I will get stoned
in the morning &
drunk in the afternoon

image source

[Diana Moon Glampers]

"I can't imagine, that's my problem"
Dang me day oughta take a rope and hang me cause I never use enough emoticons

[WIREMAN]

Sade on sounds
Back at it again
Shut out
Or was it just impatience
Password my ass
Why did i ever make wireman caps?
Doreen warned me
Way back machines
Bullwinkle dreams
Sea sick serpent realities
Does anyone remember capn tugg?
Spent alotta tme wid capn morgan
Concrete jungles
Ceu the goddess bossa beat marley
Perpetual my experimental writing lab
Let it flowville
Spoutin like the wildman of wildesville
Lord of buckley
Zepplin soundin good
Beatles suckin, cept for george
Proof in puddin'
Solace in jammin
New poetry action site coming
From mr. Levi
10/2
Keep jammin
Keep layin it on the land
Keep spoutin on the stage
Keep readin st. Jack
Stayin alive
Rebar reality
Amidst wire con-function
@ the crossroad of history

[Diana Moon Glampers]

living on sidereal time
galaxies come and go
so do politicians I suppose
Fillibusters my ass
I don't know what I am writing about
mingo's headless roosters I suppose

caplock's key and scroll lock
mysterious keys to the kingdom of chaos
farm girls in hollister california
I saw my favorite CJ banner the other day

such blue blue eyes
I could get lost in those eyes
without a fear


post picture of banner here when I find it later>>>>

ah Levi
i coulda shoulda woulda
but it's all
amor fati

never would have got to here with out his little website
a life changer for me
i wish i could a been a better Friend.

[Diana Moon Glampers]

strange string of dots from stream of current events
H**ler the best thing that ever happened to demogues
jam light or dark
let it go flow
it will always be 1939 in Germany for demagogues in washington dc
Listening to Rome burn while senator reads green eggs and ham
oh well I see the humor in it
cause it is all grist for the jammers mill

from current events to a farm girl in a novel by joan didion called 'A Book of Common Prayer' I got to thinking about twisting necks like she did to the chicken in that novel. and thinkin about mingo's rooster and my own heart of darkness

children of light and shadow
I can't shake my illusion
that I am made
fearfully wonderfully
mysteriously and marvelous

[WIREMAN]

Like that Louis Malle movie
"Lacombe Lucien" where the
young guy grabs a free range chicken
in the families front yard
Twists it's neck, then chops the
Head off with his hand, so cold and
expressionless. Of course he becomes a
nazi collaborator in those troubled times
A really amazing movie
But this b bout JAM
Headphones on
Music in momento
Tired of starbucks playlist
Time for marley
"Concrete jungle....jungle.....jungle....."
Turned little old dc into one
A concrete jungle
Baltimore still a ghost town jungle
At least u know it is deadly
Frederick the flipside
It's like the dream compared
To my past hollins market realities
But there was a beauty in the hood
Like dawn on a sunday morn
A bay breeze rippling thru those
deserted streets, an occasional rat
scurrying across hollins st.
Nothing like the comradeship found
amongst those trapped in the hood
Wearing yer residency like a badge of honor
Shoulda moved uptown back in the '90's
Hampden the place to stay now
Fells pt. was my playground
Had my funks coffe house and parkers bar
right across the street
little wireman gallery on conkling in highland town
Where the whores took over the streets at night
Never lacked for writing material looking out
that storefront window
Many a jammin night on litkicks
And like u it did change my life
Jamma jamma jamma
"Soul shakedown party!!!

[Diana Moon Glampers]

on my way home

Baltimore in black and white
a gone world
of the nineteen forties
wandered everywhere
fells point, jewtown, little Itlay
a spooky kid
watched over by angels of loving grace
a manchild in the promised land


never forget her carrying those live chickens by their feet
carried them a couple of blocks up from Eastern Avenue to Lombard street
for the kosher butcher to slit their throats and drain the blood
she circumcised my heart
the grandmother's aura

Jaming with wit dat dude De Sade
even if I have not read him

jamming till the children burn the town down
jamming till the big chill
jamming to keep the creeps awake the wolves away
to beat these metafiscal homelessness blue
always jamming
forever and perpetual action motion

[WIREMAN]

"Bad rappin on the Marquis de Sade"
Lord Buckley, first time I heard it
he had me rolling on the floor laughing
"Cherish the Day" by Sade video on a
Skyscraper playing an electric guitar
She b a Goddess
All this at youtube
The whole of visual history there
Continually amazes me when I go there
Jam land
United States of Jam
Action jam coming this Wednesday october 2
Fresh start ST
It's all so far behind us now
Them daze is gone
Hell the kids i hang wid were in jr. High then
Been in fredrock damn near 7 years
Wiring it up
Open mic nite @ the cafe nola night
Late, everyone wants to watch some tv show
called "breaking Bad"
Thought us hippies killed that tv shit way back?
What's up with all that....passivity....voyeurism....mass worship winning
over art....fuck a tv, broke mine way back in 'o1 when the shrub
Stole the election....a shrub beat a tree hugger....both of em cleaning up
The dinero $$$$$$$$$$$$.....what it's all about in the land of o say can u see
I just wanna
Jam-on--me....me...me....wired