perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[stilltrucking]

healing feeling
good to know

Twenty seven years of solitude
but now I got a dog
it was an ill wind for Mz Polly
and a blessing for me

I love my dog

[jimboloco]

fleas and spittle
wet nose and eat all kind of vittles
sleep at yer feet
can't be beat

[stilltrucking]

foo dog
round eyes
pug ugly face
growls deep down in his throat
almost like a cat purring
peaceful feeling to hear him snoring

Winter comes to south Texas

Icicles hanging from the eaves
Drizzling freezing rain and sleet
He don’t like to get his footsies wet


He helps a lot
So does the garden
Got a kitchen full of plants
I hope it warms up enough to take them out tomorrow

Weather perfect for reading
Found a treasure at a used book sale
Fifty cents for
One Hundred Poems From The Japanese

By Kenneth Rexroth

XXII

A strange old man
Stops me,
Looking out of my deep mirror
--Hitomoro

that is about it
happy wireman on the mend

[jimboloco]

25 cents at long beach libes book sale
down amd out
circa 1974?
leaves of grass by walt whitman
signed in sepia ink
inscribed
"woody guthrie, longy beachy, 1954"
somehow i kept it thru all the turmoil and ramblings
a power object
needs rebinding
safe for now
will someday need to bestow it
my precious, my precious!
a pet book
kept warm in the winter
by florida balm
neath th palm
a palm reader
be here now!
now hear this,,,,,,,,,
707 am
sitting and typing
what's left of polar air
gusting about windows
wife sleeping
saturday morning
time for a joint
outside
backyard reveries
no booz just pot
billy rubin's up
jerry rubin's down
for the count

[WIREMAN]

finally back in
this has to be the
hardest place on the net
to enter...at least for me.........

[jimboloco]

list it as a favorite
have response emails
mercy
holy communion
holy ganja
commence tai chi
listin to living language
spanish cd's
la pronunciación
viva frida
viva diego
his murals in detroit
asembly line social realism
with a mejicano tequilla twist
i made some magic cornbread
stepsonsaid to steep the pot in melted butter
blended well
sweet.

[WIREMAN]

back again
must be the cookie thing
sleet and freezing rain
rules the day
merry makers outside
big mouths and drunken laffs
zorba the greek on the tube
easing momma's radiation burns
must be the season of the burn............

[stilltrucking]

in chill morning air
walking my dog
Sunshine burning off the frost

burning to live again
I feel like a phoenix
up out of a a childhood grave
that was under a trap door
in a house in Baltimore

WhereI fell into darkness as a child
Wish me away

I awoke from another nightmare with dem old Kafka Blues again
Nothing like the morning Raga Celtic Blues to chase them away

All Aboard
As if I don't hear enough trains running by my railroad shack

gracias

[WIREMAN]

been a road warrior of late
Dulles and back every day
real icy mess here
hard to find a decent parking space
but things are lookin up
49 degrees comin by tuesday
winter movin on
what was all that global warming stuff
been a cold mid winter working outside
doin a raga blues show on march 2nd on good old north ave. ST
it's arts district now
still lotsa hoodlums roamin around
on april fools day were doin another show at minas gallery in good old hampden on 36th street
i've been rehearsin with a fiddler
and the sound is awesome
he's old compadre from fells point funk's daze
miss ya all
it's been hard gettin into this site for some reason
too many stale cookies i guess............

[stilltrucking]

Weather beautiful here
Just cold enough with a promise of spring



belly of the butterfly
looping over and over
its got a hold on me

makes me want to dance
how sweet this is
a home longing

something happened to me
I don't know who I am anymore
a child is leading me to freedom

going through bardo after bardo in my dreams
I call out to my father
after all these years
I have found compassionn for the devil

I Travelled a million miles
to get here
and I only got a couple billion more to go until I am home again.

Losing the road was hard for me
but then I stumbled onto litkicks
and that has made all the difference

I can't figure out this compulsion I have for open text boxes
I know i could just open a word file and do the same thing
but it don't feel real
not real time it seems so static
knowing I am throwing these words at you as I type and all i got to do ............is hit submit

[WIREMAN]

it is better writing
this way
it's not like you were
talking to yourself
that's the way it always seemed
to me before the net
that's why i started writing to perform
jammin's the best ST
especially when a group of 3 or more jammers wanna
get down on it........pure bliss...yes it tis.........

[stilltrucking]

three or more is bliss
yes
but two or more will do too.


Feels like early spring here.

I been reading through some of my old posts here.
Such darkness
As if I had to remember every deed done wrong
like jamming with the devil

[WIREMAN]

just finished awesome
rehearsal with violinist
mike monroe,,,we were sure nuff.Jammin!!!!!!
a new ST
never saw the devil in u though
time to hit the hay........

[stilltrucking]

sleep tight

[stilltrucking]

the perpetual go turns to page 55
fourty one thousand one hundred and seventy eight posts
who would a thunk it
to go
or not to go


this just a page turner
don't mean nothing.


I said

I been reading through some of my old posts here.
Such darkness
As if I had to remember every deed done wrong
like jamming with the devil

U said

a new ST
never saw the devil in u though

That is because you had no mote in your eye to see my beam

I saw him though
I still see him
Like a little Nietzsche
Like the eye of a child
In the darkness

Why do I have to remember so much of it?
I come out of the darkness and I am blinded by the light


Find the source of evil
Find what put me on that lost highway
Save myself to save the world
Gone outside to see what the day brings
Sufficient thereof I am believe



mourning dove calling
feels like maryland in march
snowbird in texas

It feels more like April actually but it was one to many sylabels for the ku.
Feels like easter
but what a hell of a good friday it has been