perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[WIREMAN]

jammin
runnin pages
kickin a dead horse
confrontation
let me confront
a blank wall
an empty canvas
a roll of wire
this blank screen
the rolling steppes
a golden eagle on
my arm
hunting wild game
heading home to
the yurt where warm
blankets await

[the mingo]

Yeah! to hell with
prison food !

[the mingo]

Doctor Sax gets into the blood of children by his cape ... his laughter is hidden in the black hoods of the darkness where you can suck him up with air, the glee of night in kids is a message from the dark, there is a telepathic shadow in this void bowl slant.

Dr. Sax - Jack Kerouac

i have the affinity
for wind-blown saints
i know where they live
out by the trails of the gypsy wagons
where winter's a ravenous sack
full of scattering shadows at dawn
all 590 words of it
useless! useless!
the damned gods at
a feast offered to idols
besotted with corporality!
living in a second floor apartment
right across the street from
the movie theater where people
come and go to satisfy
other dreams in a huge
darkened space

[WIREMAN]

never saw a steak
salad i didnt like
reading intro to
desolation angels
on the train
inbetween msgs
to becky jane
back and forth
as the firey sun
set over the potomac
rounding the turn
at point of rocks
me in neverland

[the mingo]

too much living
goin' all around
for sure

[WIREMAN]

not enough giving
or sharing
how bout daring
whoah....oh....a,,,,doo,,,,dooo,,,,wop!
not enuff on ur back writing
its frightening
in sync
on the brink
precipice of the razors flip
hands too numb
feel dat grip?

[the mingo]

gripping myths
milk knows the ways of liquid
flicking gifts into the mouths of children
i limp
i trill
i trim
looking for anchor
but then the winds blowing off the steppes
whistle in my ear
i cut the cyst
and the desolations of angels appears
my witch swings
my wrist twitches
no one can keep me
from going home

[the mingo]

neighbor kept a pony across the tracks
when i was a kid memory of which
happened to me this morning between coffee
and taking a shit
pony would stand in the corner of his pasture
by the road most days all day just jammin away
chewing something in his mouth
always chewing
pony's name was Trigger
black & white color
eleven presidents have come & gone
since those days i'm remembering
Trigger died & was buried somewhere
don't remember the when
don't remember the where
i'm a long ways gone down the road from there
and all of that was
is gone gone gone
the wind is still blowing with wings
faster it seems these days
nothing stops the wind

[the mingo]

just come from doing some reading
on Patchen - decided i was gonna get
the book on his correspondence with others
go to amazon -
of all the works they have by him
not one is in kindle format
not one !
*!~(^&$# - (%$##}>>$#@(*&^^*
and again i say
#$%^&#$% &^%
wtf

[WIREMAN]

damn...wtf
a genius poet
damn near forgotten
i was blessed to
fall upon his book
double header way back
ya know he was a neighbor
of mine in cali back in the 60's
yet i didnt even know it
too busy playin golf
till me and my dad gave it up for welded sculpture
and jack kerouac and henry miller
thank goodness we hooked up with
welding god john duffy in '73
thats when we started playing golf at dawn
with joints and beers....talk about stayin loose

[WIREMAN]

my new cigarbox kalimba ready to amp it up'

[WIREMAN]

not ready for poetry time player
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<<<<<<<.....
today at 12:23 am.
and tomorrow at 11:11 pm.
all will succumb
succubus be bummed
comic strip by r. crumb
right by the everlasting
they all wrote the straight up
understand
and you do doodly do
more than anybody i
never met
sparkle
more parks sausages mom, police
avis always tryin to b hertz
in the drivers seat
tuscon to tucumcari
tuscarora to niagra falls
slowly stooges turn
step by step
inch worm, inch worm
ahoy john duffy
where ever u are?
if u only knew the truth
i saw it in her banshee thighs
loins akimbo
her excuse to be a bimbo
then next day she goes and hides
ring that rosie
penny wanna a polly?
oblivion express returns
her time in the burn
guess i gots to visit her
on the farm now
bring my pliers and wire
try n make chilluns
watchin bob dylan sing
sinatra songs

[the mingo]

bob dylan singing sinatra songs - really ?
can't even get my mind around that one
i can imagine it sure
but just can't get my mind to hold it
patchwork memories lately -
like the one about the pony
they just come floating on in
leave me wondering wtf -
- snowstorming the gates of hell some days -
going to look at a new rental tomorrow
13 miles or so from where nancy works now
not as close as we wanted at first
but not that far either time wise
about 15 minutes travel time altogether
it's right on the west rise of the Tug Hill Plateau
boonie country - fine by me
mobile home - 3 bedrooms
pics show a good size shed out back -
place for kayaks & bikes
maybe a studio of sorts?
no neighbors too close looks like
fine by me too
no urban areas close either
the hound is gonna love it
i'll know more tomorrow
bob dylan singing sinatra songs ?
where's my coonskin hat ?

[the mingo]

new kalimba looks good
meant to mention it

[the mingo]

damn i just jammed
about a rental -
unbelievable !