perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[WIREMAN]

might just try it
for a weekend
or nyc
footin it around manhattan
shattered like mick jagger
lets see
bout worn out
from all the
work trouble shootin
couldnt hardly get out
the trailer something
comes up
job security
this old world
just got more complicated
i like to blame it on
insurance industry
and of course lawyers
what a blood suckin life they lead
....

[WIREMAN]

kill the jam
slice it up
dice it up
red beans &
rice it up
musical toot
uh....i was just kiddin:)

[the mingo]

i can about eat
a plate of red beans & rice
makes me get all louisiana like
walking around eyeing the ladies
& snapping my sus-penders
that's about as spiritual
as i get these days
except on my bike but
rain keeping me inside two days now
keeps up like this my spiritual form
gonna resemble an ingrown toenail
on a voo-doo priestess
i go to walmart
and see some heavy-duty medicine personalities
from the past -
or the future - i don't know anymore
in dreams i take down the bright flags
waving above weeded over lots
so that when i wake up i go
what the hell was that all about ?
even with all the dust that's
mixed into everything i still look
it's just that i'm a lot less likely
these days to set up camp in it

[WIREMAN]

wishin dem horses
we was ridin
fixed gear
no brakes
over the handle
bars, been known
to frequent
still no bike
no tax return
audit me
3 years consecutive
poetic price to pay
the show to give
better to barter
the words
someway around
between here n there
is something
critical dimensions
aliens within
but do they jam?

[the mingo]

fixie? o yeah
fun up the yang ying bin
and meateating all the way
pick & choose
win & lose
i got to have a brake on mine
at least one
love the fixie girls
subliminal criminal
grey sky or sun
jumping in to the nurse's purse
and speaking in tongues
got chunks of church
all over me
the blood of birth
was washed off of me
by hands whose names i never knew
hands long gone to dust for sure
was, were, & whirl
sometimes i'm stone
other times sponge
closed down or a pump
barometer steady
forecast - rain
april days

[WIREMAN]

half assed winter return
must be miserable in tug hill
front blew through at 130
left me in a dust cloud
blew the scaffolds off
the deck, couldnt see
for the dust so i hid behind
a sea container in case
of flying objects
fun fun fun!

[the mingo]

so i hid behind
a sea container in case
of flying objects

ha! i could see that
there you were
living out bukowski's war all the time
it's been rain & wind for three days up here
not able to get out on the road
maybe it will break tomorrow
need it to warm up some too
furnace running at the moment
well it's spring what can i say
gonna change any of it?
not a single syllable

[WIREMAN]

jam flow
gonna let it
fly awhile
8miles high
no touch down
strange when
ur a stranger
gary snyder on npr
jack sketchin
slim on bongoes
van morrison reading
marvin gaye healing
sexual
its good for thee
flags
i see flags
above the bay
orioles
a cardinal flying
at warp speed
hummingbird
sade
noise in the hall
nail lady
see you
bye bye
bang
footsteps down
the stairs
jammin
door singing
squeaky song
jack singin like frank
frank singin like billie
billie singin like only
lady day
poet tag
tagged poet
fuckin poets
byron
shelley
keats
coleridge and that
fuckin albatrossi
just b
foxholes
motherfuckers get religion there
sailors on high seas
gin slingers
portholes
masts
lashes
cannon
blackbeard
ocracoke
buried treasure
gold
skulls
when the nght
sky that we look upon
i said i was gonna jam........

[the mingo]

jam -
open flow
snow on the ground today
gone now
eight pm & still light on the land
ghost of kerouac
steppin' on his mother's back
laughter from the cracks
scandal in sandals
woman in red
scarlet edge
those stockings encasing
living flesh
all in debt
walking away from every trainwreck
o it's a rare read
with dents & depth
& surface scratches
from having been
around the bend

[WIREMAN]

writing process
& i thought we
all chkd in and
just wrote it out
in this box

lost in forums

some how (way)
poetry is more
entertaining now

they took tang
to the moon
a whole dynasty
in granulated orange
li po
tu fu
wang wei
han shan
the whole gang
finger pointed
at that thar
rabbit faced
buttery bisquit
of a cueball
in the sky

the box
inside the outside
of the box
oh i edit a bit
as i regurgitate
mosly the spelling
i could give a shit
bout punctuation
or capitals
if i edited content
id have trouble
rolling this ipad into a ball
after all the confusion
mind confiscated
from the 1st thought way
now its back to the tang die-nasty

[Doreen Peri]

Just be aware
if you care
that nothing
lasts forever.

There are no guarantees
that Studio8 will be
up and running for
any set time, it's true
I'm sure you knew
that one day every site
will be NEVER.

That's why I save
everything I write
in a separate file.

I used to save them in folders
titled Poetry 1, Poetry 2, etcetera.
But after a while,
I knew that wasn't good since dates
were more important.
So to sort
them, I now save them by year.
I am currently writing in a folder titled
Poetry 2015, just to be clear.

[WIREMAN]

jammin
savin
makin new
now its FB
then it was
LK
tomorrow
something else
jam style
jam perpetual
jam dust in the wind
there's a beauty
in temporary
its never lost
anyway
its out there
in cyberspace
deep inside
waiting to comeout
again & again & again
when ur left waiting
its a relief when
the axe falls
the flies find another
place to settle
jammin

[the mingo]

its a relief when
the axe falls
the flies find another
place to settle
jammin

righteous jammin' the pole up the flag !
hell yeah, Mongolia!

[Doreen Peri]

I never jam on facebook.
I rarely post a poem there.
The software doesn't work
for jamming or for poetry.
I know dozens of people who
write their poetry and tag me
to read it.

Words slip down the page so fast,
there's no way for people to see your
poems there unless you tag people
which I don't like doing.

This isn't a poem. It's a statement.


THIS IS A POEM:
If you find another spot to jam it,
let me know, dammit.

[WIREMAN]

u couldnt raise
a jam
raisin jam
raisin cane
slew able
kill me a son
dylan thomas
dogz memorialized
u cant hurry
the stage
just jam!