perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[jimboloco]

no more baltimore
gulf of tonkin shrimp boats
attacked a us destroyer an
nashville flats
skwished
red eye betty as she
rolls her eyes an says
oh truckin man,
i feel your prostate an
it.s gonna be swell
i can tell
i got a big butt an small hands
ya saw a shrink
why yer prostate din swell
an ya missed th war oh
so sweet an all
peace is at hand.
one if by land
two if by sea
davy crockett killed him a bar
when he was three
red austin healy
thyself
first do no harm
then roll on columbia
thru the dalles
indian country
on out ta sea
waves crashing rip tide
as far as ya can beware
of wireman's friend with th crazy sense
of humor with no sense
back in baltimore
be sure t wear a wet suit.
gray sky
waves crashing
driftwood beach
on th rocks
rock bottom.

[stilltrucking]

We are turned on the lathe of heaven. And as Chuang Tse said, it is not by our own learning or working or reasoning that we are formed into the people of God. It is by the relentless working of the Spirit, the love that will not let us go.
 http://fremontcc.home.mindspring.com/sermon.html

[jimboloco]

in high school i was not even born yet
shop class with lathe was where th guys went
when the dames was in home ech

too bad
to be dead teen
walking zombie
without dreams
only pining away
why we see gad as man
men need to be wrought
converted unfolded
brought out of control
beyond the patriarch

my dead dread was in fact
a stubborn refusal to be programmed

We are turned on the lathe of heaven. And as Chuang Tse said, it is not by our own learning or working or reasoning that we are formed into the people of God. It is by the relentless working of the Spirit, the love that will not let us go.

ah the stigmata has begun
moishe in th desert
camel's on th run
trim th curve an fix th gun

[WIREMAN]

back from the land
of dreams, escape
to reality?....and
which life is the real
one?......that waking
in between time the
surrealist's were turned
on by?......the Robert Desnos
eyes rolled up into the
head time of what is
reality, I'm a cold shot
baby ridin' outta Amarillo
circa '63 in a '62 Tempest
with the dust blowin'
and the whole family goin'
to Californy, damn we were
tryin' to be Beverly Hillbillies
now hit it Lester and Earl.................

[jimboloco]

amarillo blues
yellow amarillo blues
east to oklahoma
dust bowl blues
west to roswell
x files blues
south to west texas blues
north to east colorado blues
ya can drive north and west
along the edge of the rockies
on the high plains
all th way to alberta
cause she's waiting there
for you in dreamland
with yellow blue hues.
(one of my fantasy drives that i did not get to do)
amarillo to denver to cheyenne
to great falls to calgary oh yeah.
the way the prarie climbs and
meets the majestic mountains.
all the way up to the top of the world.
stuck inside of mobile with th memphis blues.
but i got them yellow blue hues.
yellowblue

[stilltrucking]

my dead dread was in fact
a stubborn refusal to be programmed

to be a Unmediated Man?



The last semester of my twelve year college career as a sophomore I shared an apartment U of MD with two seniors in the psych department honors program in. Their holy grail was to be a Unmediated Man.

she was my last one maybe I was in a panic to get back to pumpkin center jimbo, when you said "bad idea" it was a smack, what do you call those things an "idee fixee" french term for insanity, Gogol's diary of a madman, she was smart, I could talk to her, I would probably be hitching my way to pumpkin center now if not for that smack, but what have you done for me lately.


don't mind me jimbo, "i used to be all messed up on drugs now I am messed up on de lord" Firesign Theatre.....submit


one step behind the jam, not to put a fine edge on it but I have lived on the edge of real time and dream time, I have have seen the hamburger over the road where and when the distinction got too blurred. I am being insane here with the word just think bennIE with his buttons


a hard packed rd dirt parking lot on the armadillo highway, 114 degrees and the air is red,

[stilltrucking]

An artist can walk in both worlds, a trucker has to grab reality by the eyeballs. I have practiced holding on to my sanity so long, I dread letting it go; so I can follow the narrative of rose and her daughter and aureilia and her daughter, paralell lines in time.

I remember when they seprated but I never thought it had anything to do with my sister. She was a weird kid my baby sister, her mother the product of a victorian culture, and her daughter reading Our Bodies Ourselves.
We used sit around and get high together at that big grave yard way out on Park Heights ave extended, the one with the big statue of the Black Angel of so many teen age superstitions.

When we would get in an arguement my sister and my self, furniture would fly.

Dream time, I suppose mescaline is sort of like that, cause she remembered what happened that day. The day before our parents seperated.

what to leave in what to leave out
submit

[WIREMAN]

submit: rebel chords
of misspent summers
mark playin' the mvp
till i had my hernias
removed, ya should
never leave a lil kid
alone in a hospital
after ya cut his guts
out, I remember tryin'
to piss and crawlin' to
the bathroom with all
those stitches pulling
at my being.....................submit

[stilltrucking]

Just who are you anyway? You who trample beneath your bare, naked feet the scattered debris of the Rose of

Marble the Rose of Glass the Coal Rose the Rose of Pink Blotting-Paper the Rose of the Clouds and the

Wooden Rose and the Rose of Iron.

Desnos

I feel like a game of dominos this jam here, I felt as if yu played a five and I put down a five, went off on an unrelated tangent, but now I see I can't, a jam is dream time, I should tell this if it might help you understand my limitations, i have a pretty fuzzy idea what a jam is in music,

jamming the jam

[WIREMAN]

get out the shaker
pour in some captain morgan...at least a cup
a shot a cuervo gold
a shot a lime juice
1 cuppa ice
shake like a mother fucka
for a min, while hitting a doobie
when good and cold
pour in one of those mexican glasses
with the blue ring around the top
then gulp that sucka down,
this should get ya in the right
frame of mind to be jammin................let's call the drink a submit....

[stilltrucking]

diet coke and imagination going to help me get through the night


"jack daniels on the left miller on the right"

My budget don't include no booze this week.


a bloody mary was working fine last week, but alas I drank it.

Thinking of moon water, the kind they make in the virginia valley where bennie and buddhist punk have so many relatives this hillbilly would use what ever was available, a lot of time it was peaches, a clear white liquid that drives away nightmares.

have another submit, I got a dedicated driver.

[WIREMAN]

I'm knocked out
been a long week
but made it and now
it's time to go crawl into
mama's dreams, what was I thinkin'
capn' & cuervo............spinnin'.............submittin..............

[stilltrucking]

sleepinzzzzz

, I still been posting a lot but trying to stay focused the bit about the cemetary was a revelation, i realized that one of things that kept rose and her daughter apart on the day she died was the daughter's belief that her mother did nothing about it, kind of shrugged it off. but that was all a snippett I suppose,

happy trails amigo until the next time we meet.

[stilltrucking]

http://www.gwfhegel.org/Religion/kf-mm.html



Oh man I don't know nothing about Hegel, no idea that idea of the unmediated man came from him.

just a case of me throwing words around, but programing not the word I had in mind for the lathe of heaven, programing..............

programing

as in brain washed?

christ I know i am brain washed taking me sixty four years to get the shit out of my eyes, and gary snyder is in his seventies and his eyes are younger than mine, leonard cohen too, I think.

bad old men, and meanwhile I still got that goddam tingling in my little finger.

[jimboloco]

I remember when they seprated but I never thought it had anything to do with my sister. She was a weird kid my baby sister, her mother the product of a victorian culture, and her daughter reading Our Bodies Ourselves.
We used sit around and get high together at that big grave yard way out on Park Heights ave extended, the one with the big statue of the Black Angel of so many teen age superstitions.

family dreams
made lyric
good pickin
lester!
hegel schmegel
where's
me bagel
gettin old too
but me eyes
jaundiced as they were
see clear.
oh i get mediated
but i get to pick and choose.
i choose you, mr blue
true need a bit of booz
you do.

that's a beaut bit of memoir
and would do for renoir
why not you?

sunset at sea renoir
good enuf for you and me
beaut of a snippet
thankyou.....