perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[stilltrucking]

glitches jim I can't get to your post on page 16, like I have to wait on the system to catch up, maybe we are bumping the limits with this perpetual jam, every time we move to a new page in bogs down. I see the Renoir and it washes my eyes, rose and her daughter, my student driver bears the the pyschic blows of my sister's pain, I would like to break that circle of madness, I need to post here less, it is distracting but it is worth it too. Somehow I am re-connecting my sister with our mother, moving out of her house was like a death sentence for crazy mike. trying to show my sister our mother who loved her, not some medusa bitch nazi she made her out to be in her mind. I can't come right out and confront her, like dealing with the mind of a child, I have to work in to the conversation at the right moment, as the wicked witch said "these things must be done delicately" she also said "I am shrinking I am shrinking"
me too, I used to be close to six foot now I am barely 5'11" and uncircumcised again.

a narrative, a story not proper material for a jam, my point with wireman if we can still have points in this stream of dreams is that he played a six and I reneged, went of on a five unrelated to the flow, u and he turned one way I went another.


what we going to do
play the blues, a sip of shenandoah moon water,

Dr. Sax, I couldn't sleep last night finaly found a saxophone on the radio, a drifting cowboy

[WIREMAN]

7 in the sunday
of a morning & I
got's to write
something, I feel
it's a matter of
opening up the
gates and just
l;ettin' the flow
"GO".....it is a feel
thing jack and that
is the only fact.....
besides knowing
the meaning of the
Blues, ya ever read
Sam Charters poetry
of the Blues????????????

[jimboloco]

glitches jim I can't get to your post on page 16, like I have to wait on the system to catch up, maybe we are bumping the limits with this perpetual jam, every time we move to a new page in bogs down. I see the Renoir and it washes my eyes, rose and her daughter, my student driver bears the the pyschic blows of my sister's pain

drama queenz
killer clownz
spontaneous absurdity


went drawing yesturday
got smashed
my daughter's boss and mentor
died abruptly coughed up blood

stoned today
going to th stupidmarket
then a martini

[WIREMAN]

jimbo's in the house
and with stories for
to tell, and they sound
styrange-ly wild and full
of further elaboration or
just how do ya make those
vodka martinis jim? I wired might do me some before I reads 2 night

[jimboloco]

wahhda ya know i am sippin a
vodka martini as we spake
my wife went out this morning
brought home a shaker!!!
it works good.

after the joint is over
and the toking's done
time to sip a martini
and to have some fun.

ah a grey sunday just right
for staying indoors.

[WIREMAN]

arts retreat for a
week, a vacation ya
might say, and I wired
wanna play.............

[WIREMAN]

in perpetual always
the big Now of Go
this night of white
and day of horizontal
rage, the end of just
about the longest
project I've ever been
a part of, finally the freedom
to take my passions to
another level, fact is no matter
how wired a man might be
there is only so much energy
and so much jam ya can spread
the passion endures with a
flame that is blue hot for over
9 solid years, from a need I wrote
from a yearning to find my way
to rationalize what seemed like it
ended in a day, and learn that
it is all round, and there is no reason
nor profound advice ya can give
except that is to live perpetually
jammin' and I am, yes I am...............

[jimboloco]

there is no reason
nor profound advice ya can give
except that is to live perpetually
jammin' and I am, yes I am...............

(to be continued.....)

[jimboloco]

Oh should I let it all go?
The days of protest and conviction,
a trail left behind of streets and shouting,
angry letters rejected and persuasive ones printed
sometimes, my cadre of peace friends acknowledging
those somber efforts at prosletyzzzing the masses;
the choir alwasy ready to sing.

Oh should I just let it all go?
Face an empty wall, a blank canvas,
an empty mind wearied with all those
somber efforts, combined into a trail left behind,
blown away in sands of time with traces in files online
until the day when they are all erased as well, the door
locked, like LitKicks freestyle writing workshops, it says, "If
you are having technical difficulties, please contact at support@litkicks.com"
and I do and they don't respond, so I've lost my "Vignettes
of Early Shadows," but all my other stuff
is there on the old LitKicks
boards where Still
Trucking likes
to delve
into.?

Color up the sun.
Everything in moderation
except what is good in excess!

To find emotional outlets for anger
but no carryover, ya gotta get
outa there and make yerself
heard if ya wanna
express your
self.

Color up the moon.
Everything in excess except
what is good in moderation and
what is good for nothing, like angers
swearing at who should be friends and
sometimes I wonder when I will lose it
and the anger break thru.

Color up the sun.
Let the moon color
only silver, blue,
red, orange,
yellow,
gold,
dark grey-brown-orange
in eclipse
with the sun,
the impenetrable heat,
source of light
and
art.

[jimboloco]

Color up the sun.
Everything in moderation
except what is good in excess!
"... accept balance on the turbulent promenade."
(lescaret) it on
down th
line!

[WIREMAN]

color up the waiting
for the sun, waiting,
waiting, and what was
that... what was that 411
the price club of change
could it ever have turned
out so strange, sometimes
I look in the mirror, and
the twilight zone does
pay me a call, sometimes
I turn on the tube and
become part of the show
while other times I just
let things flow.......................subspit

[jimboloco]

Dial 411
pay him a call.

Peace On Earth
Oh shit Jim every year it is the same bah humbug, until Christmas Day and then I start to bet my hopes up again.
j

that's all.

[WIREMAN]

Jam becomes triangle
game of "GO" and we
are left to populate
spaces in states of
oasis, from my rooftop
garden shouting out to
the setting sun..................

[WIREMAN]

the year 1989 and
the dimension wanting
for to be 3D, renderings
of my more monumental
sculpture needed I feel
drawing up a storm that
fall into winter @ NOVA CC
the coolest teacher, we
played the blues and Mike
always carried a harmonica
just like me, "you should study
at the institute in Baltimore'
he'd always say, this place is
a waste of time for you, yes
Mr. Platt maybe I should have,
I sure woulda met Carol Jean
a lot sooner, but, and a big but,
things turned out the way they
should....6 years later we were
in an Art Show together in D.C.
and he walked up and said,
"Now I see!"..........

[jimboloco]

where is still tex
trucking a mex
tex mex trucking
shuckins
i miss the poet saint
bum