The Answer is ~GO!

[WIREMAN]

First thought is the best
ain't no poetically correct test
nor a writing workshop
it's all 'bout flow
thoughts on the ~GO!
the faster the better
I say, "the hell with the
weather!"
as writers of spontaneous
orgasm we are in it together
all ya need is a lil response...........

[stilltrucking]

everything a GO
can't rehearse it
can't spell check it
punctuation?
sometimes
about as Zen as i get to GO
and i equals the square root of negative one
such an imaginary number
irrational as me
but you got to accentuate the positive
and just GO with the jitterbug keyboard.

[WIREMAN]

besides LOVE
honest statements
of bliss
"did ya really mean it?"
said to myself
sometimes i wonder
levels split
studio awaits
sculpture time
4 wired ones in the works
fine tuning
tom waits on the sounds
here at downtime coffee house
~GO!...where ya going
a lull????
a burgeoning
sturgeon is a grande fish
cut a hole in the ice
put that wriggly wiggly on a hook
drop er in....bite!

[stilltrucking]

Honest statements of need
solipsisms of love

Many fish bite if you got good bait
I always seem to get what I got coming

Accidental grace
Serendipitous serenity

[WIREMAN]

writing blues song
95 Degree Blues
'bout love
'bout a woman
'bout life
lovin' the link
the roots of the music
turtle island now
check out Othar Williams ST
cane fife and drums
watchin' scorsese's pbs blues series
today.......headin' to baker park and a blues-rock show
tom principato band......

[stilltrucking]

I heard it so loud and clear
sitting under a table
In a house in baltimore
"This is it"

Sitting under a table
I used to sit under tables a lot when I was a kid

So now over fifty years later
it comes back to me again
this is it.

might as well listen to the music
Is he aka Othar Turner?

cool for south texas
in june
eigthies
sun showers
listening to the sound of the rain
music to my ears
searching for the rainbow
but no luck
just beautiful clouds agains a pale blue sky

if it is about a woman
it is about love
it is about life

wow her faces haunt me
just over the shadow edge of my memory
the expression on a woman's face
telling me my truth.

[stilltrucking]

I heard it so loud and clear
sitting under a table
In a house in baltimore
"This is it"

Sitting under a table
I used to sit under tables a lot when I was a kid

So now over fifty years later
it comes back to me again
this is it.

might as well listen to the music
Is he aka Othar Turner?

cool for south texas
in june
eigthies
sun showers
listening to the sound of the rain
music to my ears
searching for the rainbow
but no luck
just beautiful clouds against a pale blue sky

if it is about a woman
it is about love
it is about life

how her faces haunt me
just over the shadow edge of my memory
the expression on a woman's face
telling me my truth.

[WIREMAN]

it is also othar turner
me a fly on the wall
when i was a young-un
loved the grown-ups talk.........

[stilltrucking]

I used to love to fall asleep listening to them talk
and then there would be a hush
and someone would say
"little pitchers have big ears"
I was a fortunate child
watched over by loving grace.

I wanted to be a scientist since I was three feet tall
But nowI lean more towards the alchemy of the blues.

thanks for the music

[jimboloco]

first thought worst thought
what i was taught
think before you speak
cause i was always being spontaneous
and getting put down
my spontaneaity stiffled
in morose stupiferous lockdown
emerged by fire and rage
tore myself off that page and paradigm
said man, i got the blues and am paying my dues
what i said and did no shit
now i gotta remain somewhat eloquent cause i still got hate
hate and anger a lot of it
fuck the bullshit

[jimboloco]

duplicate ramble
too late to delete
you have completed me
one more time

[stilltrucking]

wired man jimboloco
he got a way
he got a beat
sweet treat
to be on a GO with him

Back in baltimore
in the around 1947, or 46? or 48?
geezer memory

There was a school at the corner of Pratt St and Central ave back in my hometown. Next to the school was a scrap yard where they ripped up stuff into huge piles of jagged metal. The scrap yard and the school yard were serperated by a chain link fence. Every once in a while a shard of metal would slither down one of the piles and slide under the fence. Nice weapon,

WE must be wired different jimbo
You got no problem with hate and anger
I mean you are so much more sane than I

Or maybe you have just seen more death than I have.

Hate anger only means kill the son of a bitch to me.
I am trogdolyte that way.

I never have killed anyone, I have not tried to kill anyone since the second grade. So much blood, he bled all over the principal's office.

But you know those childhood memories are so amorphous. What really happened I don't know, only my sixty year old recollections.

But ever since then I got a short cirucuit when it comes to violence.

Except for that one time with my mother
Norman Bates got nothing on me.

[WIREMAN]

Pratt and Central
close to the building
with the greek columns
right? the renovating starting
to creep into this area too
i used to drive thru this
intersection whenever i went
to hopkins hosp.
i miss baltimore, this i'll
never deny....got a place where i can
stay now on wolfe street in fells point
a blessing on the weekends for me
still working & living in frederick
getting ready for a show that's opening in
bethesda friday july 13th at gallery neptune
also performing my raga blues act there on
the 21st with jamie wilson on percussion
and ralph reinoldi on electric guitar both
of em also play in governor o'malleys
celtic rock band and on my cd
writing some blues songs, yes i am
dealing with the heat each and everyday
in the rod patch....blazing......

deep blues
powdered
eclipsed by
rolling thunder
beneath the
big hat where
no excuses are
allowed........

[jimboloco]

who ain't got no problemo with hate and anger
i am certainly less sane than you
but no more jumping to conclusions
about you and the reverand al
who will be on hardball tomorrow eve
debating christ opher hitchenz
the effecte intellectual verbose rightwinger
anyhow
in third grade i punched a kid in the nose
it bled
found out that afternoon he was a hemophiliac
had to stay after school and write over and over
a line about non-violence

i saw a kc-135 tanker fly over my humble home today
the plane i refused to fly cause i wasn't gonna hook up to b-52's over cambodia
never got anything good out of that
that you can count
except i got to hit the street with grunts
and got downbeat

now i have treated hemophiliacs
we give them factor XII and factor XIII
have to reconstitute it and transfuse it fast
a mexican kid from dade city two years ago
don't know if he is still here
he lost his brother the year before that
in the hospital a lot of his friends
hooked up a game to the tv
mexican youth a very supportive community
i'd give them all amnesty

another lady with ovarian cancer was up in baltimore
first treatment at johns hopkins
came back to tampa had drop in blood counts
scared, in pain, nausea,
her doc called up to baltimore,
we got continuity of care,
same protocol,
got to calm her down,
everything here the same,
except the big name,
small homey place,
saw her leave the next week, smiling and full of grace

wireman
you work as an artist
you play the music
you want to walk the streets
you got musician aficiianados
and gigs and shows
and still you jam with beatnick holdovers
who ain't got nothing to show except pocketfulls of memories
and handmedown
ruefullness

sure i got anger
but i also meditate

hot dawg baltimore smacking clemens
gonna knock him outa the box
the old man shaking his haid
all the way to the bank

[stilltrucking]

jimbo wrote:

but no more jumping to conclusions

geez i wouldn't get no excersise at all if it wasn't for that jimbo, you been spending a lot of time typing me, yes i noticed.

Have you ever noticed how much you and Wireman have in common, I type you both as world wanderers, seen so more of it than I have.

What i worry most about you jim is that I would be a stumbling block for you. I stayed with a surfer pal in Morro Beach, a valuable man, a recently reborn christian, me homeless sleeping on the beach, working in a fish factory, waiting for a boat to hire me.

Well anyway this christian pal of me had a plaque on his wall that said something like if you are doing something that offends a brother in christ you must stop.

But it was too late for me jimbo, I couldn's stop, too much drugs and Nietzsche.

You do not offend me jimbo
you befriend me.

in farting friendship.
jt

I been racking my brain trying to remember something Jack Coburn said to his son. "Marky?....go out the door/....?"
It cheered me up, not so much what he said but how he said it. I find bits and pieces of my father here and there, I lost his memory somewhere. And jim knows hiis father in the most abstract way, memories of his father's friends that seemed to guide him when he found his way.
Yes the bldg with the columns on central ave, my old neighbor hood lirbrary glad to hear it is still standing.