Bandit Notions

[judih]

somewhere in Mongolia, there's a location of caged lizards waiting for their long lost mate

[the mingo]

I don't know judih, this guy failed handsome class if ya ask me. He's continually shedding scales faster than my teeth are fallin' out. It might take a female iguana to love him and I'm not sure even Mongolia would have him. I can imagine him riding into pillage & plunder on the shoulder of a Mongol horseman though - would have to be more exciting for him than the glass cage he's in now.

[stilltrucking]

new york is a harsh climate for a lizard I think,

long lost lizards in glass cells, fed a cricket like clockwork, would it feel like Geronimo in chains, or maybe for a lizard that aint so bad, I wonder how it would feel in a lizard/brain. I read somewhere that down below our human brain there still lurks a reptile brain. I forget what it is called anatomically.

[the mingo]

If it's below our brain it's probably our bunghole, Jack.

[the mingo]

it's not like anyone's going anywhere
maybe the moon & Jupiter go boom boom but
i've been out pickin' bones 'cause
it's my juju but not my home
or better like clacking words together
somewhere in Louisiana but it
don't fool me 'cause
it's just another case
of mice in the cellar

[the mingo]

if you start somewhere you will go somewhere. if you don't start you will stay where you are. in either case the destination is not the point but that does not mean that it might not matter.

Seriously.

[the mingo]

every unnecessary thought
is totally unnecessary

in other words, perfect
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and ...

potentially this poem
is a stressful distraction
_______________________________so now I can clear wordpad and click it off and go to work. "Peace with Honor" + "Mission Accomplished" - breakfast of champions. You betcha!

[zero_hero]

the hero with a thousand traces of places
so many memory lapses trying to juggle it all
then something like propofol comes along and rattles the rafters
it all new and never the same
the past is prologue
the present a memory
action
the action is the traction I find on this keyboard, if I can't dance no more, my fingers kEn can jitterbug a keyboard
I ain't no scroll guy spewing out poetic perfection
I anint no kerouac
only kerouac could be kerouac
and sometimes he wasnt an old man

whats up mingo, the brain thing
phylogeny a two bit word for the Tree of Life

that movie sling blade was worth watching I thought,
the guitar riff while he was polishing that lawn mower blace gave me the willies it was so good
that cold blooded reptile brain, I mean we were born with it too, a natural part of us that I sometimes wonder if I am the only one that feels that way, I don't think I will ever kill anyone, but Jesus H Christ, I got the wiring for it. I mean why would we be wired for it, it is a god given

yeah one thought after anothe r thought all trying to catch a train to birdland
and Freud said it was all about pussey but some say he changed his mind before he committed suicide beyond the pleasure prick

this is my rifle this is my gun this is for

don't mind me mingo
I am high as a three story house tonight
infriendship
jt

[the mingo]

hell I almost wish I was high...just wrote judih that I didn't know what it was about today but at every turn to everyone I spoke to I said totally, completely, & exactly the wrong thing. And I'm glad it's over cause I'm back at the lodge safe and Nancy has gone to bed. Bad juju, buddy, the whole damn day. I probably shouldn't even be sittin' at this fool keyboard tap a tapping. Sometimes things get so twisted you think about praying to God to make you a stone.

So, before I go wrong here I'm headed to bed myself before I end up sharpening a mower blade to the sound of a ghostly twanging guitar.

[stilltrucking]

I have read that a friend is someone you can say any tom full thing to and still remain friends.

god got pissed at the hebrew children I have read and said he would rise up a another people from the stones,

I speak to myself, and echoes from others, everything is wrong in what I say, before I learned to talk I could not lie

he got ju ju eyeballs you can feel his disease
cometoghter

[the mingo]

yeah, where's a good john baptist when you need him just to tell you which axe is working on what tree ... well, i ain't been out in society yet today but i have said several things to the woman what puts up with me without pissing her off or jitzing her feelings so - what's far so good. Just hoping yesterday's bad juju has gone off to party someone else.

[the mingo]

peep chick sun
silhouette bare branches
the trees have entered dreaming

[stilltrucking]

low clouds far to a far horizon
sweet november evening with a scent of better days
on a pleasant evening

everyday I be out whoring interacting with society

what do for love
what we do for money
drinking rum and coca cola

speaking of bad juju I have figured out what reptile brain is, it is our asshole spinchter control brain

how does that chakra thing go in hinduism
something like that

I come here to escape the holiday shoppers
Going to sit in your cave for a while
look at the pictures on the wall
all I see tonight are words

[the mingo]

i ain't put many pics up lately. I got plenty on file just ain 't felt like display I guess. but you're welcome to sit whenever you want.

Got swiss cheese & triskets coming out my ears.

I've been home for half an hour. I guess I can take off my hat now.

we are few but we are crazy.
'Nite, Jack

[stilltrucking]

Tapasia
Aphasia
Malaisia

Oh so subtle on my mind
I keep rediscovering heaven
And hell
I stumbled onto my first adult realization at the tender age of seventy-one and then again at 12 and thirty three.
This is it, all it is ever going to be a continuum of heaven and hell
Whatever it is that I make it
Oh am I G d? That I can pick and choose between life and death, creation and destruction, chaos or order, blondes or brunettes: Yes red heads, why not.

Five in the morning and I was watching Romel drive deep into Egypt on the military channel and my thoughts turn to war, how it felt in 1945, the summer I was about five, and everything was good to be alive, all was well because the English Army had formed a rock and roll band, and they had won the war.


got a day off today,
I hope I enjoy it
I am sure looking forward to it
my purpose in life I was wondering while I was watching that docu-flick on the military life
I wanna be more like mingo and his canoe