perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[the mingo]

man i couldn't find the
kindle edition - you got the kindle edition?
i couldn't find it
what's the word Wireman ?

[WIREMAN]

its there

[the mingo]

Got it, Mark - Thx!
in the process of moving
from here to there
packing all this shit into boxes
and the more i do it
the more i fight a growing urge
to shitcan it all
pots, silverware, paint, drawing table
- envy Basho,
he had two changes of clothes
a walking stick
a bowl -
sundries i suppose,
and walk out the door
if i could locate Dr. Sax
i'd punch him in the face
on my way out
get on my bike
and pedal off into the snow

[WIREMAN]

i packed my back room full
for december show
its all still there
i dread all the shit
and my b'more storage full
this is why i love kindle
less piles of books
less notebooks full of writing
that u never go back thru
less cd's and vinyl
im always amazed people
want the hard copy
i still got book shelves
but kindles much better
for these old eyes

inthe 0's
owls
octopus
b00bs
wire weekend
reading the basho book
love the haibun style
he is a treasure

[WIREMAN]

all over the streets
spilling albatrosses
cracked chatter
amidst intermingle
beagle dogz lead
the way
day turns to night
pounding rhythms
from cuban place
below me
temps go up but
they will come down
rimes and mariners
sail into abstract
distances, far and wide
sarashima visions
a whipporwill
sippin sake
lazy fish rendezvous
belle epoch interlude
evryone copying hokusai
row you devils, row
beneath mt. fuji
we take no prisoners
nor will we surrender
all in this masquerade

[the mingo]

ain't had the chance
to read but the first three sentences
in that book -
running around packin' &
running 'tween this place and the other
shoveling snow when i got to the new place
hereafter known as the longhouse
mad rushing stagecoach rides
full loads through the forests & into the hills
good god man i am too old for this shit
next couple of weeks gonna be
more of the same
yeah i know whine whine whine
well i'm in the shit now
be glad when it's over
hell yeah Mongolia

[WIREMAN]

the ultimate dread
moving
used to do it
all the time
now
ugh
been here 8 years
when i leave
there wont b much
still got that storage
in b'mo
movin sends shivers down
my timbers

[the mingo]

shoving coffee at myself
another day of go-go-go
hill & dale stuff
found a old can
of flat black spray yesterday
imagined spending some time
writing asemic poetry with it
on the snow ...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFFmfZDR8IQ

[the mingo]

have had a chance or two
to begin reading the book -
ain't gotten yet to the book proper
still in the intro parts where
they are doing all that poetry talk -
i love that kind of talk!
so yeah - workin' on it

[WIREMAN]

really dug that vid
been doin asemic
writing for years
just a kinda loosening
up process, saw max ernst
developed a language
of it back in early 70's
rippin thru basho book
had to slow down:)
thought that guy was walking
on trees at start of vid
cool illusion over snow

[WIREMAN]

boxes upon boxes
archives
anchovies
cold cold cold
gotta chk the weather
recovery zone
not diggin these bright lights
click!.....ah dats better
flu was a butt kicker
almost as bad as
going to that other poetry site
yeah im laughing
as bas as
asbadass
abracadabra
we do not chat here
what we have is pure jam
sticky!
all are welcome
jam on me
and all hail mongolia!!!

[the mingo]

long day -
belly full of spaghetti for me -
gonna lay it down for now
get some reading in -
these guys in the book
still talkin' about poetry
love it - things i've had roam
around in my head for years
even more the older i get
and they're talkin' up a storm 'bout it
sparkle on the monkey train, my friend
sparkle on the monkey train
all the way to mongolia -

[WIREMAN]

bout ready for same
weathered bones
out of the deep north
savoring this baby

[Doreen Peri]

I enjoy to toy with
a wide variety of
experiences.
They fill my life
with variance,
something needed,
craved. To stave off
adversity can be tricky
but sticking to challenges
makes it worthwhile.

I like traveling to many places,
pretty much anywhere where
there are traces of creative
blasts. Some people are rude,
some are crass, some are loving,
tender, kind. I don't mind
fitting in all the rhythms.
They feed my head.
I love going many places.
And now I'm going to bed.

This is a poem. I jammed it
out in a minute or two.
Now I'm through,
ready to dream.
Tomorrow morning,
coffee with cream.

[the mingo]