perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[jimboloco]

rambo i know
unfortunately

he was 4 f
medically unfit
to serve the masters
of war so
he became one himself

rambo
taught phys ed
in switzerland
during the vietnam war while
austriann immigrant
ahnuldt made his fortune
on rambo's coat tails
kinda like
why all the car dealers line up on the same city street
proximity for greater sales

but did ya know good ol
indiana jones
(harison ford)
was a conscientious objector
deferred from the nam war?

well i ain't no rambo
an i ain't no van go
but i did slide down cliffs
scree slopes of crumbled rock
in the yukon an
ten foot drop into green spring fed creek
gorgeous hiding in desert scrub terrain
waiting for fools to come along
once in a millineum an
trace the brook down
to the clear pool with the snake
an the brillant white chalk rocks
of white rock canyon.

zlatco sayz my drawings has
a van gogh razor quality
but not his intensity
unfortunately
intensity gave way to th
watercourse underground stream.

[stilltrucking]

a van gogh razor quality

"before the garden"
just come inside
sitting in sunshine
first time in days

I was counting trees, six
no seven, or eight
not counting two flags
the postted plants
the long barracks breezeway
and shadows

"its hard to be a hero to a kid with a rambo knife"

your west texas picture take away the rear view mirror(just speaking for my own mental aparatus here) first thing I did was get up circle round and stand up, heading for a cigarette before reading further.

this thing with wireman leaving,
thinking about this post here and our jams together about his technicolor charm city, and my black and white mobtown. I hope he comes back, I miss his music.

BTW I have not heard from your lawyers so I guess it is ok about the avatar thingy. Mousey asked somewhere why are me here, I was thinking to save the world, that can be a fun thing to do.
Jimboloco I will always be a twixter I guess, none of the normal stuff that a man goes through to fit in, I have never had those experiences, but I have learned to listen. I realize how blessed I have been to believe even though I have not seen. Your work(correction: your play) kind of theramin spooky for me, I realize the suffering that went into it at the time, for me it is the fruit of the desire.

has anything so far related, how did I get from me to you to mark to me

that ram dass book i was reading that book about the time you drew the horseys in NM. because of the moldy rye bread I was reading the book as a animated gif. there was a book shelf the book titles were
Me, All About Me, More About Me and so on

So we can write a script for mnaz and his doomsday plot, and did bennie ever see the body bags /coffins
I try to read everything the post but most of the time I am so busy with me I dont have time.
and wireman would zap or zip, maybe a drum roll and just hit the submit button

[WIREMAN]

a zap....a zip....a new day
my sensei says, "don't
forget the Bodhisattva way"
jack let me tell ya about
Bawlmer on a rainy yet
still technicolor day, when
CJ's friend Karen massaged
my feet and even the hoods
in the street were dancing
to love's stranger than a
perchance to dream beat
and the kids let down their
false faces and went to lunch
with mom and dad at the
dockside traces of blues festivals
under Hanover street bridge
me and the bar tan gang, I
know Jack that ya can dig
every now and then even a
mellow Donovan wired man
can get pissed, that he can
be the one who feels the grip
of frustration, that to not be
heard for the sincerity you are
statin', can turn on all the things
you hold inside like a Yoseminite
Sam incarnation, so don't think I'm
givin' up on the perpetual jam
fact is I'm a pilot flying by the seat
of my pants without any plan..............submit

[stilltrucking]

dam the news today
I hope the bastards don't try to take it all away
thinking about a non descript woman, who has a concealed power, Barbara Mikulski I think is her name, a social activist gadfly in the sixties getting neighborhoods together. I was a dying city, rotten at the cure, I probably give her too much credit but she built that city on rock and roll.

this one by e_dog pretty good idea how I feel about baltimore, I always new I was temporary but I never expected the world I knew to be gone, Pictures of The Gone World what a title anyway here is the e_dog

only when
you are assaulted by fear
and disintegrate
through despair
do you attain the truth

being happy and productive
is an effect
of living in willful ignorance
of the inevitability of
the death
of all you care about

http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtop ... ght=#12944

I'm a pilot flying by the seat
of my pants without any plan..............submit

any landing you walk away from is a good one
thanks mark, thanks for being here
that is what you were doing I told jim wrong, it was
.........submit

[jimboloco]

Hey Wired man,
I thinks we can jam
without a plan,
not like good ol Uncle Sam,
no avuncular momentz from him, man,
he got de plan, but more importantly,
the plan got him an all of us
by the ballz.

one hung lo

Flyin by da seat of ya pants
needle, ball, an rudder,
airman's odysey,

Airman's Odesey
Antoine de St-Exupéry

been above the clouds
so high almost
outa sight of th
whole earth
an in th gutter
cursing dreamz of
broken luck.

from the intro, by Richard Bach,
page x an on,
to page xi,

"Antoine, old friend, can a line pilot, can a first lieutenant waiting ready in the cockpit, can he decide by himself to follow other laws than military? Can I choose a different future than sudden noon for my city, can I choose not to arm the bombs, can I fly low and lay the things down in some pasture outside city limits?

A lightning answer. Before you turned fighter pilot, he said, you turned human being. Before you gave allegiance to the military, you gave allegiance to life.

The other pilots out past my wings in the dark, .....are they thinking too? We never talked about it, .....about what our life might be like after we had murdered a city.....(We) were here not because we wanted to kill people but because every one of us loved flying airplanes, and the highest performance airplanes happen to be owned by the military forces of every country in the world. Air forces seduce pilots by shouting, Fly!. If instead they shouted Kill! would there be young men and women in military cockpits today?

"If you are to be,", his words echoed that night,
"you must begin by assuming responsibility." And you alone are responsible for every moment of your life, for every one of your acts. Not the general. You.

What would be the penalty, I thought suddenly, if one of us, or three or twelve....what happens if every pilot of every nation just happened to drop bombs that didn't detonate? Could it be worse than the penalty we'd pay if we dropped bombs that did?

I listened, waiting in my airplane for the war to start. I'll never know what I would have done had the order come to incinerate that city.

But I was hearing his words, I was watching myself and I was thinking about it."

and stillt's post for my eradification,

here is the e_dog

only when
you are assaulted by fear
and disintegrate
through despair
do you attain the truth


being happy and productive
is an effect
of living in willful ignorance
of the inevitability of
the death
of all you care about

fear an loathing on th bombing trail,
dear ol doctor gonzo
my step an fetchit son
intro'd ya to me
or rather me ta you
who got a book posted in the downtown uptown store
in locked glass case,
original print large hardbound and signed by youse,
The Great Shark Hunt
$295

[WIREMAN]

fuck my HST collection must be
worth a sack a bananas, but
ya can't buy all the laffs, the good
Doctor has taken us all for a lil shot
gun ride I see...ah what does I hear
semi automatic in the alley, yesterday
they brought out 3 police helicopterz
2 whirlie birds and a big un sittin' still
on high, some dude ran from a drug deal
and got shot down, ya don't run in da hood
ya either strut or walk with yer head in the
clouds and yer eyes on the ground....here
comes the rain.............................................

[jimboloco]

keep yer haid in th cloudz
an yer foots on da dirt
it all comes to nothing
clouds rain come again
flood th plain
mud i put me footz
in me mouth
sat in th mud
a dud

[WIREMAN]

milk duds, how many fillins
they pull out? and the movies
with the cuties, put yer arm around
never too fast, only fleet, and destined
to be beat, hip hop jack johnson sendin
out da word, jimbloco layin down more
tracks to the jam....keepin thangs alive........

[jimboloco]

th great white hope
hopeless once again
th world spinnin
an I a shut in
today
one stop shop
booz
broads
bogglez.
loved that bit you an ST flying
stick an rudder.

[WIREMAN]

my sensei can bust me
wid her stick anytime,
I don't mind, no I don't
mind, no mind, no sound
of one hand slappin, no
bozo's on the bus, no
reason to cuss, all the
reason more to glide,
grab that firehouse pole
and slide............................

[jimboloco]

hit you with the kyusako
gassho wait then whack!
wack! gassho,
you sit and feel the energy
spread from your shoulders
to your neck and head and
upper back the sting stays
awhile to wake you up
slappin and clappin
rappin yer way thru sesshin.

[stilltrucking]

in the alley, yesterday

behind the house at eastern and caroline
the usual dead rat with maggots
in the secluded garden between the alley and the house
my grandmother's garden
childhood memories of how that woman created an oasis
I can still see her morning glories climbing the red brick wall,
a loving splash of color in my black and white world of the city

[WIREMAN]

just got home to my
alley way corner of
hollins and carrollton
right by the market
continuous show since
1835 pushin' them meats
and veggies, ya ever been
here jack, about 27 blocks
west on lombard and make
a right at arlington ave.
we got those morning glories too!

[stilltrucking]

south baltimore?
the charm of charm city was neighborhoods, like a united nations of ethnic neighborhoods, south baltimore was like another planet to me. hollins market drawing a blank, but I wandered, skip school and wandered followed the waterfront from caroline st down alleys around to pratt and down key hwy, to federal hill. I think that is south? another city a blue collor back water thirty miles from the DC. lunch boxes and pails of beer.

in all that steel cobblestones concrete boxcars trucks ships barges wharehouses scrap yards gas street lamps foghorns factories roaring machinery dead rats with maggots there was a garden.
without that garden I could never have found my way to your garden.

[WIREMAN]

[quote=
without that garden I could never have found my way to your garden.[/quote]

damn, that's purdy damn good stuff
we have a deck garden here at
casa sowebo and it's all a carole jean
creation, all the seasons abundant...........