perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[zero_hero]

Chessmaster 3000
cheats
Thinking about Crazy Mike playing Bobby Fischer (that poor pitiful crazy old athiest Jew, I mean Fischer, not Crazy Mike) to a draw.

Not been able to play chess for years
I would get so nauseous
with fear
Crazy Mike would play me with his back to the board
he had the whole 64 squares in his head with the position of every piece on it
he was a smart guy they said, but he always called himself crazy mike.

my father myself
he taught me well
his hell
but I never got to know his heaven
which was playing chess

on ward
these October blues are sweet
sweetest blues I know
come spring time I will probably say the same thing about the month of May
when we wont be dismayed next may(thank you allen sherman)

ride mingo ride
closest thing to being free
St Jack he knew motion

riding is the healthiest thing I do for myself
my soul its body at peace
and this Jamming
like a perpetual ride
where is jimboloco
the man is a poet
he can flow like Poe

can YOU Flow like Poe

Till I can get a chance to dance
I can get by with a jam

[WIREMAN]

Same page
Almost stop on a dime
Instantaneous results
Within the flower
Within the can of coke
The bee nourished
Lust for life
Never saw so many bees
for so long a time
Monsanto not here
They love the plastic plywood
The coke cans
El Salvaroreans never drink pepsi
Tamales n coke
Pupusas
communal dining on the deck
Plywood reverie
Seated on the rebar pile
Newports exchanged
Me alone on high
Lone white boy
Jammin!

[zero_hero]

drinking rum and coca cola
working for the Yankee dollar

Dirty yankee dollars from Pepsi and murderous politicians and corporate execs.
hard to tell the difference anymore between politicians and corporate hacks
Ted Cruz returns to Texas a hero
thanks to the commie jew son of a bitch FDR I got
thousand bucks in the bank every month
till they privatize social security
fuck politics
sorry
levi had that poetry and politics board
it was mostly friendly

never mind that
right livelihood
I been a fortunate son

I used to kick jimboloco when he was down
what's a brother to do?
jimboloco wrote:

i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om

[zero_hero]

jitterbug my brother
kindest man I know
when I was full of self pity
he wouldn't kick me
he would write a song

"shut up jack tilles
I am bored with your blues
many a man has travelled this road
faced all the troubles and took all the blows"

watching that Hollow Crown on TV
"we band of brothers"

jam on high
jam on low
just jam on in

[WIREMAN]

Resting n writing
Saturdays for
Turnaround
Back in love
Again & again
Carole Jean woulda been
60 this past week
She's 4 years gone
I see a maiden at the bar
we talk, but she's with friends
Dark haired beauty with
intelligent eyes
Maybe she'll come to nola again
Everytime i do hit it off
They usually b married
Which is ok by me
Show next friday....plaeground across the street
Muster the energy to do some #'s with 'em
Always the hum up here in mi cave
Doors slammin
Hallway noisy now that carpetings gone
Wood floors immaculate
Been here almost 7 years now
Time flies
Another season changes
"Cold winter coming!", they all say
It be cold when ur outside
with the rebars all day
Better than hot
From that there's no escape
My choice
My voice
My wired ways
That lady still on my mind
Wonder bout D
Wonder bout jimboloco too
And judih, though i always see her haikoo's
After us wiil there be jam?
Does it even matter?
Action poetry alive more than ever
Levis made it's very own site
He's been consulting with me too.
Nice place to leave my stuff for posterity
Here and there about the only places i write
these daze
Jam wired
Fly high
Keep ur head to the sky
Dance
Romance
Respect the past
Never cling
Hold on for the ride
For it is wild
Time is short
No matter how long the endure
Waiting....waiting.....yet people love it
Look at all the lines forming
Gotta be something in there
Might be a bear
Devouring all that it touches
It could even leave aching hearts
on crutches

[the mingo]

" If we were not haunted by the mystery of the world, we wouldn't realize nothing."
- Jack Kerouac in a letter to Allen Ginsberg -

Took your cue
and began reading sniptights of letters 'tween
Kerouac & Ginsberg
see there is more out there too
gonna see if this book is on Kindle
another book I had notice of is the
"Typewriter is Holy" - read some online
think I might want to get this one too -
these guys get the brain popping
and I'm all cooped up with the weather
anyways -

[zero_hero]

action poetry
good news
to hear

I was clinger from way back
with a death grip on my steering wheel
waiting for a wreck

only thing I got to hold onto now
is a job I like,
the handlebars of my bike,
this keyboard
and jam.

long time memory of true love I had a chance
and a second chance
missed them both
now I read poetry try to remember
what is lacking

to be sixteen again
in love
what a feeling

I am looking at those rusty rails where Ferlinghetti's train used to run.

at my age not so much any one woman I want anymore
it is all of them
makes me want to howl at the moon
jitterbug on my keyboard
first thoughts scroll up up and away I hit the submit button .............

[WIREMAN]

Letters on kindle
Jack n allen g.
Best i feel
A some points
Jack is totally pissed
W/ allen and everybody
Amazing rants
He knew he had the tiger
By the balls with his knew style
By the time the establishment caught
on he was burnt, toasted, and didnt
give a fuck anymore
Watch him on steve allen youtube
All that road going
And don't ya know god is pooh bear
He is the edge
He is the fringe
He is the floating binge
Jammer supreme
We have what weve got of jack
Thank the heavens he left alot

[the mingo]

a car
speeding by at night
sounds for a moment
like a single chord
struck from a guitar
the rhythm never sleeps
the lungs that breathe it
the hearts that pump it out ...
- God may be silent
but he is never quiet
& he is never without
beat witnesses
we cry out
we shout
we whisper
we snarl
& bark
... & worship
the word made us
& we make the word

[the mingo]

only thing I got to hold onto now
is a job I like,
the handlebars of my bike,
this keyboard
and jam.

i'm tapping on bones
with bone drumsticks -
what else can be done
when it comes to this?
reading about the shamanistic drawings
found in the caves
prehistoric hunters cross the landscape
of my brain
tap-a-tap tap
digital circuitry
in a stone age

[stilltrucking]

Watch him on William F Buckley
Stab a pen through the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus
god save us from rich frat boy intellectuals
and their toothy smiles
like Mack The Knife :

woke up with bobby McGee
in my arms
and elephants in baggy pants
dancin round my bed

oh St Jack let me get sober.
going down rockin
freedom ain't worth nothin
doin nothin
goin nowhere fast

[WIREMAN]

I just wanna jam
St. Jack slap
Yet he has some
right notions
within his drunken haze
So old
So fast
To think he's only 46 then
I remember my mom thinking
herself old at 40
Looking back on all dem years
U wake up grey
Beard white now
Whose hands are these that
I gaze down on
Enuff
Good morn so far
Sunny and cool
Sculptures waiting, looking
at me, "Make me come alive!", they say

[stilltrucking]

Jack had some right notions
Jack had some left notions
Willaim Buckley had nothing
but a supercilious grin
some people get pissed at goofy old ladies on the bus
it's smiling faces with dead souls
that make me want to jap slap

If I was talking to the new Pope
I would ask him to beatify Jack Kerouac
If I was talking to the Dali Lama I would ask him to do
the same.

Jack my patron saint of heaven and hell
He left me a lot to GO on

I am gonna GO down rockin just like Jack and old Waylon
if I have my way.

[WIREMAN]

151k
Jammin on the 9's
Slippin by so fast
At the bar
Admit i'm a bit tipsy
Studio clean
Even kitchen
Which i never use
How'd it get so fucked?
Supposed to be jam
No definition of
Nothin but the facts
All comes down to Saint Jack
N Neal n gary n allen n carolyn
Oh how she cried when Jack was on that
Buckley show
I saw it, way back then
Didn't understand the ramifications
@ the time
Was a lil Tiger Woods before there was
such a thang
Now I B jammer

[the mingo]

ain't seen the sun in days
the big parade up memory lane
hang a right at boogie alley
breathe in - listening
breathe out - creating
way it is
way it's got to be
for thousands of years
the shamans back deep in those caves
with their primitive lamps & firelight
and paint -
jammin' up those walls
hell yeah, Mongolia!
call on the spirits!
jam in !
jam OUT !!
MIX UP THE PAINT