perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[WIREMAN]

Lintel by lintel
Unto the lone prairie
Schooner my circle
The wagons western run
Eye documentary
Cornea evacuation ceremony
Dillinger escape from justice
Saunter out of the cinema
Spirit of north beach
Trieste & city lights
SF vistas
Old rockers sippin lattes
Wolves playing with dogs
Take the a train
Bird swings
Monk moans
Miles cools
Trane Blues
Billie bop
Diz expands
Records spin
Begin that beguine
Autumn leaves start to fall

[WIREMAN]

Jack in tangiers
Only the names were
Changed, to protect
The innocent
Scent of inn
Smells like alcohol
In Japan it's a ryokan
All hail the poet in him
Found love late in life
As did ikkyu
As did Henry miller via Brenda Venus
She was in the movie the Eiger Sanction
Clints trainer
Love late in life?
You gotta be out there
Looking for it
All according to what you want

[WIREMAN]

One hour past
Dream awakening
Fueled thoughts
Mind boggles
Great googlie mooglie
Scant raptures
Zapped consciousness
Torn oblivions
Suggestions annoying
And what's with the
Constant hummmmmmm
There, it went off
Ceiling fan whoooosh
Kinda mantra like
That's ok
Eye lidded now
Time for a few hours
Back to sleep

[WIREMAN]

Bulla-bulla
Difference maker
Frying pan into the fire
Which way to
The sizzle?
Performance lull
In other things
Plethora
Time rolls along
Sometimes the mix
Ain't right
Or the vibrate is wrong
All according to what is
Acceptable
Carole Jean in red
Meeting up with dreams
Clomp-clomp of shoes
On hardwood floors
Awakened

[WIREMAN]

Bot hits
Just how many?
Firesign theatre
Do u remember
"We are all bozo's
On this bus"?
Before cheech & chong
Not before ying n yang
Or quick draw McGraw
Paint me up a little Venus
Titian had a plan
Rubens drew em as he saw em
Rounder and rounder
And for some reason everyone's
Down on Renoir
Gauguin had his daze in the sun
This could go on and on....

[saw]

went to Pretty Boy yesterday
near eighty degrees at the reservoir
kayaks are fishing boats cruising
through the water chopped my
a steady breeze, me, Dakini, and Norm
a multipurpose trip, to retrieve
the canoe for the season, and have
a farewell picnic by the shore, we
lashed her down on the car first, roped
her aluminum body down snugly, then
commenced to eating and drinking
and watching the rain clouds form way
off in the distance....sunshine to gray
we bring her home to lie in the yard til spring

[WIREMAN]

Missed pm
Missed minas show
Miss b'more
Almost 9 years gone
Long time
Sure things have changed
Big time
Raga blues
Hamjo playing fool
Wrapped up in this museum project
Now it's winding down
Autumn setting in
Winter on the horizon
Holidaze on the way
Football season half over
Time just flying

[saw]

time flies like poe's raven
'cross the skies of baltimore
edgar has a glass of dry red wine
whispers a story to clouds that sing
of gold bugs, and houses of usher
our city is richer for our poets,
our writers, our menckens, our
taylor branches, all the nameless
storytellers that shed light and hope
on the decaying buildings and the fragile
composure of john and jane doe, words
are the one thing they can't take from us
go to the open mike, speak your truth
'cause tomorrow is a thousand miles away
and I am waiting for the next authentic voice

[WIREMAN]

Nola time
Nice wire-driver 2x
Hamjo back
Reading basho on train......plop
Flat on my back
Wire mesh & barlocks
For once everything goes right.....

[saw]

saturday smiles,
chilly teeth on the squirrels
looking for rodent granola
the gulls from the lake
are too high to see
their expressions, but I
imagine they are just fine
soaring in their element...
stayed in bed longer than ever
reading Eckhard Tolle's Now
the only time that matters
is this moment I'm typing
the words come to me like
an insistent lover that wants
my attention, oh yeah
I remember insistent lovers,
i ain't that old, nothing wrong
with my faculties other than
the ravages of passing time
Ha Ha, it's all good, no regrets
here on lake montebello, a vee
of geese honk as they sail over
my coffee cup

[WIREMAN]

Them crows
Suckin' down
Dumpster noodles
Takin' over the trees
Heckle n Jekyll like
Just waitin' to take
Over the tower cranes
Over the museum walls
Where they will lay their
Guano upon the precast stone
Up at tres this am.
Z bars aplenty
Utility corral S.O.G.
Headed for gallery 11 light well
Wing walls
Quiet day
Air compressor'd max yesterday
Deafening blowing away
No escape
Talk about safety....right!
Give me back my ears
How many more years
Maybe time for wire devotion
Time running out
Accepting that
You lose a bit every year
From 55 on
Maybe before that?
Perpetual jammin'
Hopin mingo's OK
Glad yer here saw
We're goin' on 11 years
Keepin' it 1st thought/best thought

[WIREMAN]

Turn the page
Turning
Big wheels
Bigger than all
Your dreams
Your plans
Your schemes
Dare go gently
Into the darkest night
Moon as companion
Knowing the sun
Yes the sun will rise
Brand new day
Oh it may be cloudy
Chance of rain
But it's yours for the taking
Fresh start
Open up and let it spin
No winning
No losing
Just existence in
All its flavors, colors, tones
On the road again
Canned Heat, Willie, all the
Blues & Beat cats & kitties
On the trail....

[WIREMAN]

Tangled world
Opinions abound
My sisters sinking fast
Msg. Comes
I feel helpless
Amidst chaos
Like an ostrich
Wanna hide my head
In the sand
Deal with reality
Endure I must
Road inevitable
Grim reaper waiting
For all of us
A matter of time
Acceptance
Is the only key
Belief so it be
The unknown waits
Only the departed
Know the answer

[the mingo]

sorry ain't been around
cutting wood
splitting wood
chopping wood
hauling wood
stacking wood
all day
every day
my experience these past weeks
has enlightened me to
the surreality of wood & winter
in the uplands of Tug Hill
these guys are nuts
& dead serious
up here when they say "Lets go cut some firewood"
the statement gives no, i say no
indication about the damn world-of-shit involved
or the scale even the smallest operation
will take -
a day (days) in the woods -
sounds romantic don't it ?
yeah right if your conception of romance
is entirely open-ended
even infinite -
tractors lookin' as if they belong
in a Batman war zone
chains on the tires big around as
my legs each link weighing a dozen pounds
scores of chainsaws all shapes, sizes,
log skidders, trees falling off the pulls
careening down the hillsides
loads of wood tipping over
rank coffee up the ass
cursing of the kind i ain't been
much privy to since the navy
in fact there are 5 ex-vets, navy & otherwise,
up here on this crew
bourbon to spike the coffee
though most guys don't
'til coming out of the woods
guys napping under the tractors at noon
better hope the drivers remember to check
diesel exhaust to saturate your clothes
14 pair of leather work gloves in 3 weeks
2 pair of work boots
shirts & pants - who knows?
and they call me the "old man"
i thought i wouldn't make it
to the end of the first week
end of the 1st day really
if Custer had 50 of these freaksters
i'm working with chances are he might
have been able to fight his way
out of that fuck-up to safety
with 40 of them still alive at the end of the line
only fucked poets could do this shit
so i'm outta here & back to it
Hey, Wireman, i gotta go
cut some firewood !

[WIREMAN]

Good to hear ya
Chop, chop, chop
I been workin too
Got just 3 guys now
So I'm doin the do
All of em call me "Poppa"