perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[the mingo]

Ha - "can't find my candlestick"
crack me up on a frozen afternoon -
thx, Mark

[WIREMAN]

Cold here
Not nearly
As cold as
Your cold
Dark Side of
the Moon interlude
Just had to hear
Snow trickling down
Night coming on
Voices wailing into
this December eve
I write
I jam
I ponder
I cavort the edges
I balance on the fringe
Floating, gliding
Meaning no harm
Hearing the alarm
Controlling critical mind
That voice rings
That sound delivers
Rivers run their course
All that u feel
All that u touch
To come
To kingdom
The moon
Tides turn
Love burns
Sure she surprised us all
I've seen it all before
Been there
Done that
Alarm sounds
SOS
Ticking of the clock
Bending of the stop
on a dime
Jam time blessed
Jam words undressed
Jam better than repressed
Jam flows
Jam grows mind
Jam fine
Jam mellow
Jam China yellow

[the mingo]

crackin' nations
unearthing tribes
snow covers all
do i smell coffee?
drink it before it gets cold
old - sold
the sounds are made
the word is told
bones in the earth
where do we go

[WIREMAN]

A shot
Espresso vodka
2 screwdrivers
Make night
Just stopped
Midnight
Good move
Danced
2x
Good music
Slow danceable
Jam now
jam kapow
Jam late
Probably jam early
Every once and so often write a poem
Ecum spiritu sanctu
My girl scared me tonight
I'll never comprende
Jam Spanglish
Jam tired
Jam pleasant dreams

[the mingo]

Yeah !

[stilltrucking]

jack be nimble
jumped Camus
candlelight glowed like the tubes in a floor model RCA radio playing the news from Europe and The Shadow and we was all stretched out on the floor by the wood stove the winter of 1945 in that house at eastern and caroline near the waterfront later we would awake in our beds to the sounds of the foghorns and watch our breath crystalize in the cold morning before we would make a mad dash for the wood stove downstairs on the second floor living room.

me you jitterbug homeboy and mingo

old friends
are gold

jack may he rest in peace
blessed be his memory
them real gone chicks
led him to a lonely graveyard
but he loved his mother
and the virgin of guadelupe
so I can relate

[stilltrucking]

fiddle sticks and candle sticks
I call it a jam
don't blame me
I ain't no gifted son
but I can run with the big dogs
in the perpetual jam

with a little poetic license from my friends
ty

[the mingo]

hell yeah Jack - roll on

[WIREMAN]

Pack a hounds
Tree n foxes
Jumpin fences
Nothin in the way
Keepin the jam
Movin yet groovin
Under what im wiring
I'm writing
Performing my words
Audience wire
Jim in the background
Morrison
Hendrix
Blind owl
Robert Johnson
All who fell by the
side of the road
Perpetual
Jammin

[the mingo]

ok that's it -
i'm not staying up any longer to read
i've read more bullshit in the last
three hours than in the previous 3 months
and I'm done for the day
time for bed
the worst of crimes against the
native inhabitants of this continent
was teaching them how to read
and it hardly ever gets mentioned
except in a good light
words carve out a vision
in a mind they have never met
words are the reason
anything outlasts
its time
on its way to
become myth
things happen then pass
that's how it's supposed to be
but words prove us all
pathological voyeurs
& holy jesus chrysler
here i am writing about it
it just never stops
to hell with it
gonna warm up some milk
grab some fig newtons
& chill the fuck out

[stilltrucking]

words fallen by the way
words crawling across the page
left to right
or right to left
obsidian word froze mind
sticks and words breaks my bones

if not for jam
I can not hear the music in the words
thank god for the birth of the blues

[the mingo]

word jam
blood jam
8.1 nut shriveling degrees
poetry is froze solid
or on the way there
words are rock hard right now
you could cut them into sections
and build a house with them
not even a bullet could
penetrate them
it would glance off & go ricocheting

[the mingo]

can't believe the snow
no cats about
no dogs either
they ain't gonna be suckered
landscape turned white
i wear khaki & jeans
year in year out
put it down all in a line
which is not the way
it ever happens
no it happens way different
and when the storms come
everyone ducks inside
try to capture something
fool's game
big fool's game on the make
look out! here it comes!
sure i had a mother
had a father too
but ain't got either one no more
i been to the mississippi
it ain't nothing but mud & water
mostly mud

[WIREMAN]

Big muddy
Flow-in
Lifeblood
Sit down on dem banks
But it's cold outside
Dusting this morn
Got my Santa suit
For tonight
This is scary
Billy Bob wireman Santa
Jammin too!!!

[the mingo]

that cuneiform's cool
thx jack -
i know they usually lists
& tallies & how many slaves
but the Sumerians
& Babylonians
& Akkadians
were rockin' it
up down & across
that fertile crescent
for thousands of years
growing grain
and going to war
never imagining in all their jam
the dust they
someday would become