perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[WIREMAN]

brother
sister
father
me
all of us
had em
mine moved
to my lungs
put me in hosp.
for a week
in o7
cumadin/warfarin
blood thinner
decoagulant
they
worry me constantly
my sister called
in feb. with em
in her lungs too
they found a spot
on her lungs
cancer
now shes gone
i wonder if they
had just left her
alone
i wonder

[WIREMAN]

swing
dance
best u can
sing out
loud
proud
boogie-bang the drum
bang dat gong
howl at the moon
love everybody
everything
its sweet
its all we got
life
blessed
cherished
in all it mystery
mysterioso
do it today
might not be
no tomorrow

[the mingo]

water in the river
is dark dark
and high
i jus' come from
saxophone music
now i'm back
close to the river
i saw an old poet
doing a slow tango yesterday
not bad for an old girl
alright i said smiling

[WIREMAN]

tango ol poet
mambo jazz man
wash me down
by the river
run river run
free, no boundaries
dark
phathomless
like the timeless
abyss
sword swallower
by-golly-er
pumpkin man ran
to the shore
shells scattered
in the sand
feet firmly entrenched
on dry land
yeah he had
a plan

[saw]

I want to die in the woods
not that I'm ready to check out
mind you, but I do know I must
escape the hospital when the time comes
lay on barge on the river
listen as the wood cuts the water
feel the moonlight in my chest

but for now gonna try to touch
a few hearts with everything I got
chasing the buck seems so absurd
to me these days, like c'mon man
is this all there is ?...OF course it ain't
it's a necessary evil you might say
bad when your broke, but broke-n
when you got a few bucks, just enough

for a few cocktails with friends, a few
with strangers, some curly fries
and a roof that doesn't leak, and
music, art, dance, poetry, duckpin
bowling, sculpture, ceramics, hiking
along the gunpowder river, watchin'
eagles, great blue heron, so shove it
boss man, you may have my ass
but you'll never get my soul

[WIREMAN]

ah the leaky
roofs
from where
will the water
come
this time?
give us a
good sour beer
real potato fries
vinegarized
let the river
run free
and the women
be at peace
the little children
left with
the belief
in whatever
they desire
like a case of
come on baby
light my fire
milkshakes for all
strawberry
blueberry
cherryyyyyyy!!!

[the mingo]

Ha! Beards!

[WIREMAN]

beards the style
theze daze
been wearing mine
since early 70's
art mkt. tomorrow
at nola cafe
tuning wires
might make 1 more
might just kick back
drink some good beer
got wifi connect
finally
now i can watch
all the zatoichi & samurai
movies i want
watch the donald be a clown
this election season
a laugh
jammin
mongolia
steppes
dersu usula
best of kurosawa
kerouac on steve allen show
walking streets of ny
7 samurai
fellini
rossellini
welles
huston
all my fave directors
malle
godard
truffaut
new wave
surfin
safari
henry miller in bathroom
commenting on
his picture gallery
tibet
india
sadhus
the list goes on & on.......

[WIREMAN]

samsara
no need
for
subtitles
barren landscape
hint of green
man and dog
translate
as god
hidden away
mindfullness
cup emptied
deeper green
fire flows
past her lockes
sanscrit visages
kamasutra
karma
fast horses
speed driven
pillars seven
should have
been three
eleven more likely
barking dog
kept wolves
warm fires
igniting desire

[saw]

I miss Dino,
his humanity
his wit, the silly
and the sublime
the kiwi and the bison
mr poet, mr sadness
at times when he walked
charles street alone
highlandtown, eastern avenue
a man on missionless
treks through memories
weasels with the dope
on everything, the railroad
tracks of my tears
amy winehouse's black tunes
it was all there somewhere
the man that could cut a line
with a paintbrush, like no other
the man with impeccable manners
despite his lot, the bus rides
the bad weather, the bad health
the crazy and the righteous
I miss Dino, he had it all
for awhile, but time can be
so cruel, and nothing lasts forever
blazes of glory are better
than fizzles of eternity

[the mingo]

Was goin' thru the thread Mile Marker Zion the other day - came across a reply by Dino and a pic of himself he posted along with it ... I miss him too, saw ...

[the mingo]

my woman
my dog
and me
just stayin' alive
we don't know why
but the alternative
don't lend itself
to warm understanding
enough of a why for me
snowplow hit the bridge out front
yesterday then the car up
the snowplow's ass hit the snowplow
then the bridge
nobody seriously hurt but the vehicles
of all the places in the world
the Tug is the one place
you would think where folks
would know how to drive in snow
but it's a lesson some of the natives here
have to relearn every winter
there is a notion out there
that people, the race, the species,
is getting better all the time
it's a notion i don't lean toward
even less the older i become
my kayaks are covered
with a foot of snow
my bike is in the garage
may swap out the road tires
on my coyote for the
heavy tread tires from Nancy's bike
she hardly has ridden it anyway
& no way in the winter

[WIREMAN]

missin mr. poetry
too soon gone

wifi connect
solid
at jojo's
chilly out
but not to
cold
sun shining
creedence on
the tunes
big games today
ravens out of it
nfc east up for grabs
xmas comin fast
new years just as
droppin the key
here in frederock
think i'll chk it out
scott key buried here
a homey
he lived in georgetown, d.c.
where i was born
o say can u see
all pervading
stones now
paint it black

[saw]

yo dino
hows the other side
of poetry, must
be a beautiful thing
to feel no pain, pay
no more dues to critics
that live for elephant egos
that have no place
in the rooms you are reading to,
you left some kind of legacy
in the poems carved
from pounds of flesh, the ones
whipped
up as well in the razors of wit
cut the bad days in half
gave pause to the silly geese,
the poet named mister, the good
the bad, the ugly daze
always following you around
like a cheap dick in a dirty tench coat
well fuck that tail, fuck the shadows
that spoke, the ghosts of christmas
passed on the sidewalks in greektown
fuck 'em all, the goody-two-shoes
the pushers in line, there is only
peace now, and on earth fear not
your poetry will last forever

[WIREMAN]

poetry alive
out there on
the cyber fringes
of imaginings
Dino lives
like Bird
like trane
a rarity, mr poet
extrordinnaire
he is missed
BIG TIME!