perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[the mingo]

ya delivered a truckload Jack
wow
sometimes i have to climb a mountain
to read your stuff
other times i can sit under a tree
had to climb a mountain for this
not for the amount
but for the extent
mountain tops give range
to the imagination
needed range for this

[stilltrucking]

hammer hammer

fog bound
sun just breaking through
like unto no other
road's awaiting
road arranger
mountain climbing prose my specialty
but with you and wireman and jimboloco too
sometimes I feel like I am just rolling free
it is all downhill
get a gravity bliss kind of thrill
Kerouac had vision
his daughter too
mostly I just sit here as a man and try to vision it with her vision, somewhere beyond that patriarchal pooh bear that st jack envisioned
that's what trips me up with women
what they think they have to do
just to will their men to live

truckers expression
is it a cliché?
our better halves

but he was so young on a ten city run...

[the mingo]

i'm body upon family
i can't beat it mother
not with climate muscles
the general knows we are done out here
carting our wounded away
on wagons & leaving the dead
all to themselves
the sea a pattern
in the sky
quick! nobody lie!
what opportunities have been walked off
selling real silver for paper
there is an expression for this
but i just can't find it
with the snow coming down so easily
jam the wide
jam the least
i am cattle
and my science is slow loud & serious
a hole is moving toward me
is there anyone not final from this?
jam gold
jam care
jam the doom
that rules us

[WIREMAN]

Jam late night
Turning to early morn
Up early
Ain't healthy, wealthy, or even wise
"Bugs in a bowl"
That's what we are, Han Shan says
Scurrying around
On the razors edge
Action flip jamming
Trying to find a better way
It's hanging out there
If we could only grasp it
Get a little taste of the everlasting

[the mingo]

it is spirit
that talks to spirit
poems look for their children
in the days
in the nights
that go by
rock it
cock it
pocket it
moonshot it
trip up in the rhythm of it
trip up in the rhythm of it
finger jerking
trigger working
sights aimed on the world
just got to get it out
let it go free

[WIREMAN]

WoW!!!
I wanna perform that!
Simple truths put together
like primitive beat blues
That's the color I wanna see
When I read something
Not only is this Poe it's jampoe
Yeah jampo might be easier

Slimmed down society
A babe a big size
I likes dem big goddesses
Little ones too
Scared to death of em
The depths I'd sink to have her
Just one little heart pumper
Miss mine
Ya know me n CJ was damn near fifty
tryin to make an awesome baby
Moving on time
Healing
Getting close to the end
Might get a little girl
Do some farming
Make a son
Live like there's no tomorrow
What would the el Salvadorians say?
Go for it Marco
Make 3or4 sons
I'm gonna get outta here
Airs thick here all of a sudden
Jam on me!

[WIREMAN]

Saint Jack
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Coulda ended up
One beautiful cat
Not that he wasn't
Mind me....shit
But he coulda lived
a lot longer
Relayed so much more
He shoulda spread the
writing out
Made it go over thirty years
Not five or seven
Laid off the boiler makers
Made some babies
Poor Jan
Poor u
Poor me
Poor all of us
He was one beautiful cat.

[the mingo]

Mark - you can use it if you want - i have had a struggle with jam as you can tell - different from the way i've written all these years - i come here and old habits come with me hard to shake - when i go after a thing i want to be in touch with the spirit of it - and Kerouac, I call him a lost boy but not as a takedown - he never wanted the spokesman role - never wanted to be singled out & held up from what i can tell - and that shit beat him down - couldn't get away from it even in retreat - killled him in the end - not what he had in mind i'm sure - i read his guidelines deeper the older i get - even this old dog knows there are things there anyone can expand on -

[stilltrucking]

He was a beautiful cat
I never heard him make a threat
He wasn't out to hurt none
there was no darkness in his heart
that is what makes him my favorite Catholic St.


St Jack died a good death. He was a martyr to his art. That is why I would have him as my Zen saint if I was a practicing Zen Buddhist.

Strange style of writing you have mingo, I feel very good about writing as a compulsion after I read your stuff. with or without carriage returns.
I been experimenting with HTML, I think if jack was still writing he would probably be doing spontaneous code

footnote: In the beginning was the word then came syntax...the throwing Madona



Scares me too wireman
that lovely smile of the goddess

Reclaiming Medusa

sticky jam
it's about all I got these days
these are my dark days my Cassandra Days
my leaning on Jesus days

and jamming with my friends days

[WIREMAN]

Home from the front
Knees feel good for a change
No style but jammin
No message but sticky
Time to get my head
screwed on straight
Jam on me!

[jackofnightmares]

time to get my head out of my ass
that is why truckers have their names on the back of their belts

mingo's struggle with jam hard for me to detect
strange days for me
tuning out so much noise everyday
the older I get the more I hear it seems
time to listen

mingo about 99.9 percent accurate for me
something new something fresh
cracks in my bell jar from mingo's silver hammer

all I got is 0.099 percent
concrete blocks and silence
an impenetrable wall of difference
between what is and is not
I offer up my nightmares
to Kerouac's 15 year old Mexican virgin whore
and his real gone chicks

Medusa must be reclaimed
my sisters myself
I can't be any better than
the worst I see in her.

I tip my sombrero to
the rose of san antone

[stilltrucking]

time was ain't now kind of guy

not now what I was kind of guy
even
time is not what it was
for me
time the unbending deserter
time is different now
time's constant prowl has a new constant
faster than a speeding bullet

time
sweet time
on a beautiful day

time is too short for those that laugh

[WIREMAN]

All about time
We wear it
It's on our mobile devices
How long?
How fast?
"Just how long did it take u to make that wire sculpture?"
# one ? Right outta the box
Time is money
Longevity
Stick with it for a long time
Something to be said for that
Lunch time always fastest
Or when yer at one of those high $$$ stripper bars
Talk about time flying
When it's over=it's over
Hopefully there'll be a next time
Ifn that's what ya want
Ifn and Fn
Shucking and jivin
I spying
A round of golf, 4 hours
Jam eclipses time
It is forever and free
In fact it flies .........perpetual!!!

Berthe...she was a main impressionist and a goddess.

[stilltrucking]

all about time
fine wines and bourbon
takes time
an old forester kind of morning
cause there ain't no sunshine
when she is gone

love that harlot by the side of the road
I can't be any better than the worst I see in her
"if I never felt the sunshine I would not curse the rain."

all women have Russian souls I think

[WIREMAN]

14...yes fourteen hours in sack
Got my 40hour week
Lost the nights
Up and free
Workmen lookin for satellite dish
On my roof
Makin noise
*******************************
What's a poet
Ur called a poet
Never do u refer to self as...... Poet
Too righteous a tag
Got laid on me in a night club in
Southwest Baltimore
By a trumpet player
.....and I thought I was just performing
Later here in Frederick I started being called
MC....an MC....who'd a thunk it?
Now I do have a poetry night
Which I shoulda called a party
Open to all, cept on special occasions
Wire work I advertise that shit
No pretensions
Tryin to make a livin
Poets lot is meager
But I get taxed
No designation for poet though
IRS calls u an independent contractor
Taxman takin the money
Big system
Now we gots to insure or b fined
My country tis a thee....liberty and justice
High falootin
Six shooting
Bang-Bang
Shotgun!
Shoot em for they run now
Jerk Watusi swim...
Oh yeah & Jammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!