perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[Arcadia]

pounds here are kilos, argghhh....
had to rise to a 42 jean this year
(I doubt a whole year of bicycling could bring back
the lost 38 .... )
I hope the tendency of occupying more space each year
will stop in a healthy way someday...
baby`s fantasies expectancy-rage smaller in woman than in men
(but for sure stronger while it lasts!)
setting myself already slowly
in a sort of grandmother´s world´s perspective at the moment...

[WIREMAN]

chucklin bout the lbs.
i was losing back
in spring & summer
when $'s was tight
now that i got bucks
they b comin back

jammin classic jazz
@ starbucks
holidaze
town packed
trouble shootin
rebar saturday
no new kerouac news
that'll come when it
goes to court
the joan anderson letter
affair that is
man this old jazz wails!

riding tall grass steppes
fast steed under me
mongol bow at my side
sendin them Han chinos
back behind their
Great gargantuan wall
we b badass
they had to build a
structure u can see
from the moon to
keep us out

jammin saturday night
holy days
nat, bing, andy on the tunes
& i dont mind this year
cept for that high pitched
salvation army bell....ugh
my present gonna b
5 days off.....ah bliss....
gonna read robbins fierce invalids.......
ginsberg-kerouac letters good
ginsberg - snyder letters interesting
i learn mucho from reading letters
vincent to theo letters always amazing
outta here for now jam on me!

[WIREMAN]

hot climes
cold climbs
importance of
being read
respond
nice, but
red, pink, purple
jam
mind thoughts
outpourings
outlander
outrider
outcast
upon frozen steppes
ridin cold breeze
heat on
now off
forecast nice
till tuesday
blues day
bloodiest of sundays
popular drink
gots to have
the celery
swizel stick
of green
colors
wonderful world of
nfl
cbs
abc
nbc
wttg
all we had
but enough
silent now
day coming
brunch
games
playoff implications
complicados
no mucho dorado
amazon adventure
lust that sent ya
down the river
never to return
poor monkey man
hannuman
to the rescue
kumba mela throng
river cold
morning mystical
walls over
walls under
walls walked along
foundations
sunk deep
sealed
waterproof
jammin!

[the mingo]

O WOW VERONICA !!!
woman you are in the middle of summer down there
we in the midst of winter up here
gray day today
immediate -
plastic xmas tree
one dog on couch
one cup of coffee
one nearby window
one winter outside
the remains of sleep
clinging to me like breaking mist
around a chinese mountain

[Arcadia]

spring is saying her final goodbyes
with a neverending serie
of three days of superheat & a storm
sum-mer´s moods about to begin,
no idea what he will bring
(in our sea-coasts ocassionally winter like weather is also posible ... )
listening to the Uruguayan group Tráfico
& their noches sin luna track
middway milonga scrambled sounds
for a windy parcially sunny sunday!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mA1SgFW9oms

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Onb7NFp3h30

[WIREMAN]

kinda of decent gloominess here
back from brunch
need to rest and do a bit of
chores, place still a bit of a mess
from art show
work work work....work...work...
my mantra
another holidaze coming, oh its here
no tree...no lights.....might rig something up....ugh
no wife
when yur w/a woman u have the accutrements
now i b a lost boy
should rent a car
go see my sister and her big family
she the big granma now
but i wont
i really wanna a drone or a remote helicopter
i think
just the kid in me
maybe a mongol bow
or a nice bike
yeah!
bike would be best
yeah a bike
viva mongolia
may your steppes b long
and horses fast
ur bows shoot straight
and your women fertile
jam on me!

[WIREMAN]

honking
flying into
the wind
geese
december
restless
powered night
lights on the town
lowdown on floor
reading tom robbins
essays for esquire
smiling
canyon of the vaginas
somewhere in nevada?
swamping in botswana
with a lady
easy reading
hiding out
resting
sunday evening
lazy night
amidst the hum
feeling for to jam
watched mongol fiddlers
lastnight..."1 giant leap"
on youtube
world united
by music
by the word
selfless
jammin into the night.....

[WIREMAN]

back to spring
or forward
looking at it
from near
not far
yet 3 months
to go
i go
courageously
socially secured
but really not ready
at me desk
reverie for lunch
yellow ribbons
testing wind
ladders up and down
escheresque pueblo
swamp in middle of gallery
oops non disclosure
kicks in
jam continues here
you have a permanent
invitation to join in
i know your there
numbers never lie
jam for free
jam for u
jam for me
jam under the sea
jam over the frozen plains
jam all the way to pluto
it takes nine years to get there
jam with mingo
jam with arcadia
jam with judih
im sure she will come
jam the night fantastic
for thats what it is
jam mongolia
jam on me!!!

[the mingo]

o man
o wow
o dictionary
o jam-a-wham!
o joy juice in a convoy
in a peach tree
coyote tracks at edge of lawn
foregone conclusions belong to the bygone
hawks don't gnaw - they tear
swamped in the swamp
messages at midnight
wind tossed short
wind tossed long
i sing
for the fossils
deep in the rock
where nobody can see

[WIREMAN]

theres coyotes everywhere
all over the place
and bear
one was runnin down
market street here
nature takin it back
rain again
back in town
nola calm
might as well get
some juice in me
and get lost in the wire

[the mingo]

hell, my brain's a wire
one of these days i might
even get lost in it
the "n" key on my board
is letting me down again
rain ...
not even the Four Horsemen
are poking their heads outside today
it could be snow just as easy
so i better not be complaining
bette davis eyes in dreams last night
good day for what's his name?
i'll think of it in a moment
o yeah - leonard cohen
him and his anchor draggin' the bottom songs
perfect in fact

[WIREMAN]

just read a cool tom robbins
piece on ole leonard
reading and writing on the
train tonight, tristessa by jack
and some surreal sketchin
in my 4x6 notebook
tristessa is one by jack i
think u'd dig mingo, ifn
u havent already
robbins wild ducks i love
arcticles reviews stories
and surreally bizzare poems
what a mind, he is ageless
kinda glad i saved him till now

recipe for a jam
rub 2 pencils together
till they light the night
on fire or send out invitations
duh?!?!?!
i dunno
im happy with this
we got quality
and by keeping track of the
views, damn near a hundred
or more a day...(might be spam bots?)
why do i care so much
probably same reason
i dabble in the wire
although with that i make some
needed dinner dollars
writing/jammin is a pleasure
the more the merrier
but many cool writers
dont seem to see it that way
theres no back n forth in just
postin poems to little if any response
it just seems like poemsturbation
but thats just me
i really miss Doreen
shes a pistol
ST, sometimes i wonder why?
judihs solid
and whoaisme is a positive force
Arcadia an angel down patagonia way
itd be nice to see some crossover
guess its bout time to do that mingle jam
get out the pringles
lets do it!
all hail mongolia!
they had it goin on......

[the mingo]

ain't read tristessa yet
thx for the heads up
don't know why follks don't
come here at least for fun
poems don't come to me anymore like they did once
and if i got to work at something
that's supposed to be fun then to hell with it
i ain't that interested -
still like to fool with words & language though
push pull & prod
and if i cross a trail i follow it
wherever it may lead
and if it's fun then hey,
it's party time
"poemsturbation" - i like that

[WIREMAN]

amid the noise
i take a table
bar full
so i write
train ride tranquilo
on the old 73
big freight locomotive
seat waiting for me
reading merton's
zen & birds of appetite
conjures thoughts of
all them nights i performed
my vulture piece
"vultures at the bar, swoopin' down thru the old boneyard!"
tibetan sky burials
mongolian winds
presiding over the ceremony
high on the plateau
carried away as carrion
old lew welch wanted
to be vulture meat
never was found
carried away on the wing
perhaps
dont think that holiday jam's
gonna materialize
just a feeling
the family feeling is gone
talkin bout interaction
maybe it was just a turn
of the millenia phenomenon?
now its all about me...me....me....
once again
no more word wonderlands
where words build on words
and responses abound
if they could only see
without word interaction
why?
so i jam
never slam
put it out there
on the breeze
never sleaze
maybe pleading
see you later
a friend just
dropped in:)

[the mingo]

"word wonderlands" -
yeah that's a good way to put it
don't get those anymore either
unless i get help from word lists
or rhyming lists
or vowel lists
my helpers these days -
help to jog me outta the cold swamps
from Grapes of Wrath
" I'm jus' a ol' graveyard ghos' "
but i mine them just the same
'cuz they can get me going
trails everywhere -
but once upon a time
my own imagination was the fertile ground
words arose unbidden -
i'm in need of new eyes
or new ears
maybe a new heart -
or maybe i'm just feelin' sorry for myself
i hate that feelin' when i catch myself at it -
& i catch myself at it more than
i'll ever admit -
- it's a totally useless attitude -
what i do get these days
is fragments -
not just words but parts of sentences
i use them by jamming them all together
and mixing it up
don't matter if they work or not
hell no it don't matter
just to get any kind of a voice out of it
is enough these days
- trusting to the word -
that's why i come here to post
whatever is happening to me
jam fits it
& fits it well
i can just follow the notions
however whacked
and the ricochets
can get wild -
:~))