perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[stilltrucking]

still, the sweet scent of her gentle smile
is more than pussy could ever be.

she was not smiling, her face a fountain of sorrow
she had moved on
I was just someone she used to love
and she was not one to shake hands with her pussy

ya know what is bitchin
when people bitch about bitching
Bitch on Red Emma

[WIREMAN]

of all the juke joint dives
in this god forsaken world
you could find me in, ya
had to pick this one red emma
well momma take yer anarchist
doctrine back to old henry's cave
and enjoy that salty air of
those pacific palisades, or why don't
ya go to baltimore, open a coffee
shop on st. paul st. and call it Red Emma's

[stilltrucking]

Emma had such a beautiful face
she had no fear for her life
her dread was disfigurement
if you want to get to heaven ya got a raise a little hell
oh thank you for the good advice
bitch on Jane Addams
it is a bitchin world

I am going to shine it on
cause american womyn going to save the world
and I got the feeling I am the fly in the oinment
oh yes I love the status quo
god dam bithers get those 8 year old kids back in the factories, back in the mines,
nothing to bitch about
but I ain't bitching
just thinking about a feeling of a vagina a long time ago
the feeling of the sun on my face and the sound of wind in my sails
today all I got is the rags of old age and a few friends
Proust had his cookies and milk
I got some pleasant memories and rerun them while wait for myself to catch up to my life
I am always one step in back of and sadly in search of
just an country song, don't mean nothing just a jam........submit

[WIREMAN]

curves and knuckleballs
Rip had the blooper and
Teddy boy smacked that
sucka a country mile. don't
cha know, O.K. so's I'm 52
comin monday, big frickin' deal
even when I lost the best
lookin' honey in D.C.
even when I fell in love with a
phillipina swimsuit model half
my age
even when I was going with
the dangerous diana
even when everybody asked me
"what are ya doing Mark?"
I had one answer, and solid as a
rock I'd say "I'm just a man!" and
that's the fact, now I am a lucky
SOB for sure, marrying into royalty
and all, but jack if ya put the good
out there what ya want most, if ya
really want it will come back...........

[stilltrucking]

has it ever crossed your mind that I am crazy
I got a card from selective service to prove it
I am evil mark, this is my good side

my friends are all mariied I must make amends

I am dry ice
watch me disapear
sublimation

you don't want to walk in my shoes
there are at least two women in this world who would take great pleasure in spitting on my grave, there were three but now there are only two.



I remember the first time I saw her, I can remember what she wore. Maybe think Kierkegaard not Nietzsche.

[WIREMAN]

perpetual #200
I live with unsanity
it is in the mind of the
beholder, if ya say you
is you is, the only difference
tween us is I share mine
with the craziest person
I could unwind.................

[stilltrucking]

cuban coffee sounds good
autism or something like it
jimboloco is right it is the smile
I missed her smile because I was looking at her ass, I only realize a thousand miles later that dam there she was, and I missed it again, now that is not a whyne mark, it is a wonder, if not for jimboloco I might be torturing myself over that lost lovethat might have been, so the older I get the more I listen to them, maybe I won't miss her next time. meanwhile it ain't happening and the grass is green the sky is blue and I happy to be alive. I think about what I can do to earn my keep, and I scriblle. Thinking about Narrative. Time, I got a hell of a problem with time.

My story is exactly so, so right so perfect, I am where I was headed when I did not know where I was going. Like Citizen Kane saying Rosebud, I want to keep that memory of true love, perfect kindness, it has passed me so many times in the past forty years, it could happen again, but I can't fake it.


man that is too long and god knows how it will read but here it comes wireman....>>>>>>>>>>>>submit

[WIREMAN]

ya know my last good friend who had the papers to prove it, sent my flying off the roof of his pick-up truck going down a lonely delaware highway at 65 mph back in '76, changed my whole life.

[stilltrucking]

what were you doing on the roof of his pick up?


I have driven close to
I can't prove it but I am pretty sure it is about two million miles. that picture of west texas that jimboloco drew, it snaps my eyse to it, a windshield between me and the world,

at he time time I earned that 4f hippy status was 1963, lost by student deferment, my father died, jfk murdered, my true love had to let me go, just a bunch of melodramitic shit like that, compulsive personality, notice how I can't stop writting.

driving is my life, and that is gone too, hey no whynee theree, got to move on, changing with the times, voices in the night here on SB-8 not i-84 sitting here in this cab of a kay whooper talking on the ole cb to wireman,

[WIREMAN]

drunk as a skunk I was
and lookin' at the stars
I leaned over and tapped on
the windshield and waved to my
friend and his wife, I guess he tapped the brakes to fuck with me, at that speed it sent me hurtling forward and it was as if time stood still, I remember thinkin' "I done gone and did it" and knew I was gonna die, too drunk to be afraid I decided to roll when i hit the road and when everything finally stopped I was laying in the road with this guys wife sayin' "your not gonna sue us are ya?" all I could do was laugh cause I was alive, but what happened to my shirt and what was my collarbone sticking out of my sholder for, I think the Delaware Highway Patrol's still looking for me cause of the hospital notifying them, ya know that sholder put me outta the rodbustin' buisiness for 6 month, but as my luck would have it I got a job making belts and sandals for Georgetown leather and fell in with the biggest family of partying hippies you ever did see, now that's a whole new story to tell jack...............

[stilltrucking]

I guess he tapped the brakes to fuck with me

His sense of humor kills me.

West of the Pecos it gets quiet some nights, four am the stars and headlight beams, dash light reflected on a windshield. A diesel Aum takes me to edge of a hypnotic trance. My eye balls start to focus on the tip of my nose, the world around me recedes and dream time begins. It is good to hear another human voice in the night. Even better to hear the cheerful voice.

adios amigo, buenos noches I think

BTW that story a snippet a gem, what are you going to do with it, if it was mine I would string on a necklace, a narrative, mark I got so much to learn about writing, this compulsive typing is ok, but I got to figure how to put these pieces together, as if i am starting at the top and working down. Narrative I am becoming obsessed with thoughts of Narrative. I hope I catch up to you later. I really need to drop off of this S8 convoy think about it. so far I have said good bye to DP Jimbo and you.

gone fishing

[jimboloco]

"I missed her smile because I was looking at her ass,"
"I woke up with a red ass like a bitch."

the former testifies to solemnity
the latter to failure.

two tales of woe.
one my cyber tribal visionary
t'other wetbrained from sniffin carpet cleaner

bhut his kid is a poet
like sober duck
nephew
nobody from my fatherz side talkin to me
so it go

woe is me
my tribulations befall me
my heart is heavy
dumb sodden wreck
meek without inheritance
just my yojimbe

[jimboloco]

road rash head to toe went
slow enough to blow it
off wid a sentimental
reminiscent show
of bravado
bro

collarbone jutting out
he stands up
wired to go!

[jimboloco]

oh so glad
i got t'post the west texas
euphoria
for ol truckin maniac
man

when i drew it i never
figured on such a thing
now everything's changed
it's a miricle an more to come
them emanations are waiting for me
not t'other way around.

when yer strange
faces come outa da rain
when i get me scanner and me pixie cam
i am gonna slam.
you aiin't saw nuttin yet.

[stilltrucking]

in some ways SooZen and cecil remind me of Fox and Fell. this booty question,

she had a big butt, there she was this woman in that little clinic in pumpkin center california, she made it pretty plain when she grabbed my arm wrapped the cuff around it and pulled my arm up against her body from her crothch to her chest and checked my blood pressure. am I a nude age sensitive kind of guy or what , there she was leaning over the table smiling and complaining of a sore back. I tell ya jim it was such a bad idea to try and go home again. I think I knew you in high school before you were a buddhist. before i became a zennist Before both of us were turned on the lathe of heaven.

This guy in Nashville always made it a point to talk to me when ever he saw me because he thought I had saved his life. How much does an eight foot long, six foot diameter roll of paper weigh?

That is how he saw it, I saw it as me being stupid, just before I jumped down to where he was trapped between the rolls I had the fore sight to throw a chock block down there. It was the block that stopped it. I was there just trying to be a hero and a greasy spot on paper.

"I woke up with a red ass like a bitch."
I had to take a DOT physical in Dallas because I had expired and was out of service. So I couldn't go to my Texas doc with hands the size of ham hocks. And there she was this pretty petite blonde woman in a white coat. She had the smallest hands, I come away pretty sure my prostate gland was ok.

nobody from my fatherz side talkin to me

wireman's crazy friend with the killer sense of humor

my 4f a serendipidy, after my fathers death my favorite lul a bye was the click of a shot gun under my chin, a compulsive thought I could not fall asleep with out it. I went to see a shrink about it because I couldn't stop thinking about it, just like this typing of mine. We talked about my red austin healy and penis symbolls and it was very interesting. This was around 63 still peacetime we thought, I just happened to be called up for the draft about this time and when they found out I was going to see a shrink they wanted no part of me. I was happy because it seemed like a waste of time to be in a peace time army./ Now I know that is the best army to be in. Later in aughust 64 tonkin I tried to enlist because now we were at war and I wanted to do my patriotic chore But what healed me was moving away from Baltimore and everything and everyone I knew. We can't go home again we are the scattered proud...