perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[zero_hero]

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it is all new to me
like I just got off the boat
from Poland
she came here at the tender age of 13
a refugee from the Czar
saw her family disappear
the fear in Baltimore
sitting in her front parlor
listening to the news from Europe
by the light of a an old floor model radio
the amber light from the tubes reflected on the wall
the flickering light of that wood stove
it is all so fresh in my mind
eidetic etched on my brain
like Nietzsche on acid
Not to dwell on the bad that is past
but it seems the past is never past

Got the peckerheads in DC that keep bringing up 1939
we got to hold the line against that Nazi Nigger in the whitehouse

No past ain't past except here and now in this text box where it is all timeless and ageless

H*tler
she never could say his name, only spit on the ground and curse in Yiddish
loosely translated as "may he lie in the dirt/ground
I am an ignorant child for religion
I thank my crazy mike for that
the stone cold atheist Jew
when the women wanted me to go to Hebrew school he put his crazy foot down and squashed that.
Never too late to feel the love of a father
grateful to him for that
poetry I got so little in me mark
cause I got no music in me
it's all Wuji to me

I stumbled onto that action poetry board on litchicks out of my vanity
I hope I can get by on studio eight with a little tolerance from my poet cyber pals on studio eight, Doreen, Judih, and Neologism. I owe them a lot
this my oasis my home away from home
my nirvana, my road my life in the limelight
where I feel like I am love

When I feel so much undeath
when I am in no fear of the Wuji
does that makes any sense
please pardon my mangled prose
it that is what this is
hardly poetry
just jam
that's all I got



Wuji and Taiji
I feel like Winnie the Pooh these days

remember Lucy's poem

Postby Lucy! » Fri Nov 25, 2005 1:38 pm

This

This existence
the UnDeath of us all
is not tangible or real
Nor is the era
of Death or AfterDeath

A brief present
An everlasting past
An astral, eternal future

PreDeath drips into UnDeath
Undeath plummets into Death
AfterDeath ravishes all

Nothingness emerges

Predeath succeeds again

LT
11-25-05

[WIREMAN]

Takin it all to a different level
Breaking the shackles
Me featured
Me poet
Me wired
Me on fire
Me wiser wireman
Me and piano man Will Saxton
Me and my main man Austin Knuckols
Just spent a spring and summer producing his cd
Just came up with a change
Pure wired night flight
Jack u nimble
Jack u quick
Jack u is what u is
Wiredrivers got me espousing
Any housing on puter screen
Next monday
Yes next monday
A new turn in the wired show
Rockin revelations temptations
Better than the before
Better than when they watched my
act in Baltimore
Better than the jumpin fom the fryin pan man i am
It'll all be on parade
All my dreams and aspirations within this
Obamacare horror of a dream
Shut it down
I'll not frown
R U ready for the lowdown
Come to cafe nola next monday night!!!

[stilltrucking]

uptown downtown lowdown
what is wrong with America
blame it on the artists, musicians and poets
it is good business

always been that way
H*tler and his Decadent Art
or neocons with their culture wars

taking it to a different level
I just want to rock and roll
I just want to hold her hand
I was a bitter old man by the time John Paul Ringo and George came along
this my second childhood
a pirate looks at eighty

gimme shelter and a beat to free my soul

[tarbaby]

Dream a little dream
longing to linger...

thirty four years come February 2014
since I held her in my arms
since I held any woman
I don't know what keeps me going
I might as well be a monk
Just breathing is practically an orgasm for me

[WIREMAN]

Breaking bad
Breaking down govt.
All tv shows I ain't
gonna watch
On the SP railroad they gave
Neal a watch, Saint Jack too.
Neal the baddest brakeman
Till the drug bust
10 to life for 2 joints
American justice
Came outta san quentin and
joined the Keysey clan
Reading Carolyns off the road
Whata woman, the world will miss her kind
Neal a card
Jack a hermit monk
Big Sur his Black Rock
Writing....writing....writing.....
Steady since '95
Bad marrige did it
Bad marrige made me draw too
20 years earlier
All of a sudden I could draw anything
Never looked back
Bad marrige after bad marrige
Cept with CJ
Loved that girl
Everyone did
She was a bundle
She was the party
Kinda like this solitude time
Do what i wanna do
Jam essence
Jam presence
Jamma jamma time
Perpetual

[stilltrucking]

I wonder what life would be like if I could hear the music
I wonder if Jack London could play guitar
Sacred writing
the world revolves around the hand that writes

no marriage but I had my chances
Ferlinghetti's love train has left the station
but I had my time in the sun
now a big sad ape trying to use my time well
have me some fun, find my way back home
be a friend to my friends
and Jam whenever I get the chance to dance

>break in thoughts listening to a distant tv, big bang theory about the only show I watch, and PBS news hour when I can stand it. Seinfeld when I am bored out of my skull, twilight zone and the simpsons. I wish I had seen a few episodes of Mad Men. Not much interested in watching breaking bad, Don't know why just don't sound interesting, I used to like the Untouchables, caught a little bit of one last night, Anne Francis as a gorgeous gun moll.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFzkV6LsHj8

I remember how kind you always were to me on litkicks, I did not belong there, I was a square in round pegsville, but I sure did want to run with the big dogs, sucked up my nerve and started posting to action poetry, most times trying to fake a poem

the sweet esoteric mysteries of the mystical jam
jack had music in his words
I can only look on his works and enjoy
and try not to despair about mine


Carolyn a survivor
My girl Plath was not
a woman with a fatal biology

[WIREMAN]

Jack
U
B inspiring wired mc
Listening to jazzzzzzzzz
Show here at nola
Good to see ST
Here
U B inspiring
How long we b jammin?
U like a brother
Yes!
Fuck the rest
Aint no test
U B jammer supreme
U me mingo judih
Like a love supreme
I love Doreen
There i said it!

[the mingo]

Anne Francis !!
ya just sat me bolt up in my chair !
mentioning these things in autumn
o you guys are brave!
all these threads quivering for attention!
i dig & i dig
i get in there and start throwing this stuff around
you guys lay the line down
but me - i got no starting point
no beginning - i just get in there
& start tearing the guts out
looking & looking no idea for what
mashing things together
looking for spark or explosion
sometimes i find something
the words show it to me
fuck i know people got no way
into or out of my stuff
sometimes i ride the wave
other times beaten to fuck all by it
way back i was a new boy
who got to ask questions
but these days the sea creatures i drag back to shore
got no bones at all & sometimes no face
Anne Francis!!
sometimes when i'm done
it's not a poem
but a scene -
a leaving behind of a paleo-indian kill site
all the words driven over the cliff
not that i have anything to say
but let the words speak as they will
or not
there used to be no graves in my life
these days i leave pebbles on more than one
part of being human
i came to fight looks like
i came to breathe
i don't care about truth any more
but i do want spirit
ain't got anything
if I don't get spirit

Anne Francis!!

[WIREMAN]

Anne Francis
Parlez vous
Theres an episode
of old route 66 shes in
Buzz falls for her
She dies
You guys b prime
U know u know
Jammers us 3
Wish more would come
But........Say levee
Crash on the levee
Ya haul 16 tons & what do ya get?
Tennessee Ernie
Jumpin Jack
Pedal to metal
Repleat zoot suit
Neal & Jack
Carolyn off that road
All together now
On that other side
Knowhere to run to baby
Turn the corner and go
I walk along a wall
A parapet with no regrets
Jammin wired!

[the mingo]

i wish there were more too
anyone can make a poem
but jam is diff
jam is being unafraid to find
a single leaf beaten to the ground
by rain & plastered there
& pointing to it
& saying Look! LOOK!!!
it's us
it's them
it's all together
GET WIRED
for sure is right
and cracks me up
to hell and gone

[WIREMAN]

Will S made the get wired visual
Show we're doing monday night
Electric and solid
Me jammin the words
Which comes from my songs
Which morphed from poem
Became visions in my stage mind
And then reactions to the crowd out there
That i look in the eye
And grab with an energy that has to be
"Dynamic"
Where it is impossible to get their attention
in a bar setting any other way
Jim Morrison needed backup musicians
Me too
Jam is different than poetry
Yet it is somewhat poetic
A magnificent YAWP into the
collective abyss
I wanna jamma with U.......

[stilltrucking]

He left a note that Gary found indicating the $2,000 he had in the bank should be used to cover his affairs.
kerouacdotcom

And they say poetry don't pay


outside of the abyss
jam is the best thing there is
inside the abyss it's too dark to read

a ring of bone
a ring of jam
the brother sister hood
of being human
being here
a ring a ding
wake up call

a note to me
get up and GO
get up dance
get up get up
and go

[WIREMAN]

Poe to make em dance
The challenge
These strange daze
Can i do it?
Will the words and music make em get up?
Out there on the floor
Swim....watusi.....mashed potatoes.....
My girl Lucy!
Pick it wilson
Jam it jane
Me wired MC
Cant touch this
Jamma jamma
Ring a bone
She gives me one
Viagra my ass
Newsflash "man od'd on viagra dick amputated"
Aol newsflash, no bs
Good blowjob woulda saved him
Remember the Bobbits?
June Cleaver does it for me.
Jamma jamma
For adults only i guess
I do b a product of henry miller
And saint jack
Reading off the road
Carolyns take on it all
Joyces take finished
Then u always have the letters
Neal to Jack....Jack to Allen.....allen to Carolyn
Complicado
Comrades
Pure american subversive
Jamma jam.....

[Diana Moon Glampers]

I always thought
redemption was a given

30 years from anything

we are like clocks struck dumb
a harsh and bitter chord that
sends it's ripple down
tomorrow's spine

we are like her friends
a portrait of enchanted
intentions

past like rivers
hold forever
spellbound

Kubucki Doll

st jack always said he was writing to redeem himself


"a portrait of guilt"
Lew Welch to his wife

Diner is served (delicious, Mary a fine cook) but I am so loaded and sick by this time I only nibble. Very insulting to Mary. All women deserve big eaters. All men deserve to get huge girth and to pat it proudly. Then to bed and good love if I am capable. Usually I'm still in a rage and/or passing out."

Genesis Angels

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[silent woman]

America my ass
lost another dream
where I reached up and kissed the ass of god

I got to start writing them down
maybe I got to start to taking this more serious
even if I don't have his gift.

I want to write lots of little stories and have them grow up to be novels too.