perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[the mingo]

we got a cool-down
going on too -
birds come down
to hunt on my lawn
they don't miss much
pick-pick-pick
the worms can't seem to win
if they move they are dead
if they breathe they are dead
that beak comes dead on into the earth
and the tugging begins

[WIREMAN]

wandering those fields
of long ago
I had to stop,
perchance to scheme
sons dodging mothers
senseless words
sisters avoiding
brothers inevitable
lackluster shine on
a harvest moon
boy ain't had no lovin'
since june or july
demented old Cecil B.
domino sugar sign seen
from the hill
Edgar walked those streets
till he met his Waterloo
or was that a man with his
hand in his vest,
finger on the trigger
knowing that it
makes no sense
a horseman off course
like a golf ball
out of bounds
rollicking down
the railroad track
yeah he was lost
in the woods
liking it, magic madman's
claim to fame

[the mingo]

the long hauler
just gets it done
no matter the distance
no matter the load
turns no right
turns no left
just straight on
'til the last delivery is made

[WIREMAN]

to the otherside
& i got yur fifa gold coins
right here.......

[judih]

from mouth to head
how many voices
loop their truth

[the mingo]

the garden is taken
by cats & girls
playing in every doorway !

[WIREMAN]

extremis
extreme the dream
yet i cant remember
the within
awakening waiting
craving mashed potatos
the clowns of fellini
clown phobia
sad clown
midnight blue
waitin on a plumber

[the mingo]

some of those old haiku writers
from Japan wrote way too many
haiku about cherry blossoms
if i never read another haiku
about cherry blossoms
it will be too damn soon

[WIREMAN]

give me sake haikus
cherry blossoms
impermanence duh!
japan's a fatalistic land
me thinks they worry alot
yet they have an appreciation
for the arts
simple clean line
shape, form
ritual, such as the tea ceremony
leading where
angst
anxiety
great copy cats
my great grandfather
a seaman took a bike ashore for fixin
when he went to pick up
they had totally. replicated it
ah...bikes and haikus
all hail ghengis blues
long live mongolia!

[the mingo]

give me sake haikus

cracked me up to hell & gone - sake haikus all around !

[WIREMAN]

brunch time
fatal blossoms
withering plum's
scent of

that killed me
the puntuation
thing in poetry
a flow choker
funny how everyone'z
perceptions differ
i think it was hester
who couldnt dig my
' instead of an s at the
end of ing words
but of course im tryin'
to write as i talk or perform
the words....mind visions

a couple a bikers at the bar
talkin' bout ridin from
leesburg va. to frederick
& back in 4 hrs. about a
hundred miles....

[the mingo]

4 mile round trip
was the whole of my roll today -
the whole way riding
the edge of the rain /

punctuation - they harp on it over there
they must like harping
if you wrote a poem of pure silence
someone would be glad to tell you
what punctuation you yo you missed
and precise instructions to help you rectify that -
i jam on but it seems we are becoming
a hell of a scarce breed
but the way I see it is :
awake or asleep
a tiger is always dangerous
and if ya can't jam
then leave the land
because the land favors
only the righteous

[WIREMAN]

sake socked it
to me monday
night, been on the
rebound ever since
ugh!
reciting on the edge
refrains in front of
nola at midnight
something somebody
said set me off
punctillious
pugnacious
punctuation
internet not for
thin skinned
although from the
get/go i could see
it took some chutzpah
to post or respond
they come and go
some good/some bad
some disappear when they
get a relationship
some like me write more
when i'm hooked up
variiety the spice
this ole jam
chuggin
sputterin
lungin into
oblivion
full of wonder
forgiving
pushing
irie
i spy way
ur way
or my way
perpetual
long live mongolia!

[the mingo]

been working a lot of 'ku lately
thinking about them too
neighbor up on the ridge
shooting off fireworks
he must have made that run to pennsylvania
they are illegal in the great state of Yew Nork
at least the kind he's been firing off
skyrockets & boomers

[WIREMAN]

jammin on a
garden martini
ku is always
wid us
american style
japanismo doesnt
translate syllabically
form stifles the bike ride
gloomy 4th here
cafe buzzin
jammin essays in idleness
and other zen hermetical
writings
lappin the tomate
olives on the top
jammin words
out front of the bar
monday night
till weeeeehours
made the train 5am
hurtin
endured the am.
spent the whole
week getting back
to wired
to light my fire
hooker n heat
wailin
never failin
always jammin