perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[stilltrucking]

Kowloon Schertz Texas
Going to buy you all dinner next time you pass this way.

Arbutus
Yes
A gentille neighborhood for sure.
Gentile too.

I don't know for sure about the parking lot.
You know what it means when you see a dinner with a lot of big trucks in the parking lot? It means they got a big parking lot.

Dodge City Kansas
Chinese restaurant
The only one where i was served two slices of white bread with my meal.
I commented to the waitress on how unusual it was. She told me that those cowboys in Dodge could not eat anything without white bread.

Long night
Can't sleep
Surgeon tomorrow
good night mark
Going to watch young Frankenstein again

It was a good day
We had a few laughs
Reminissing
Hurricane Gloria
Ocean City Maryland
1960
She was about six

[WIREMAN]

ernesto
a small howl
this afternoon
time to snooze
dreams of creative weekend
gettin' hold of the handle.............

[stilltrucking]

I got a grip on that
arrived in tears
"from where the sun rises to where it sets"
she been having a hard time with family
no compassion
only pissing contests
but whats a poor brother to do?
Chinese Dinner and A Movie
she is trying to stay awake long enough for me to finish a load of laundry

Dreams of creative weekeng
pleasant dreams my amigo

[stilltrucking]

home to her husband
I get to sleep in my bed tonight
Free and clear of doctors for a month
Went to the sweetest hospital I have ever been in
A Woman's Hospital
They got a handle on it
Aromatherapy, color therapy, feng shui
Baby grand piano in the lobby
Cozy tea/coffee shop
If I ever need a hospital
I would wear panty hose just to be admited there.

[WIREMAN]

the hospital
not as formidable
now.....kinda like
a second home these
daze......chemo-brain
the latest concern
thought it was a joke
til i looked it up and
found out it ain't......
well the crocodile hunter
finally met his match
stung by the barb on a
stingray's tail into his heart
no way to save him out
there on the great barrier
reef........little damage left
from ernesto....a memory....

[stilltrucking]

Crikey
between the devil and the deep blue sea
he had a good ride
only forty four
but he lived every minute

Twenty one doctor and hospital visits in a month and a half.
We have a reprieve for thirty days


googled all over for maryjane and chemo-brain. So many broken links
I wonder if big brother is putting medical maryjane down the memory hole. But I suppose smoking would be harsh. Tea time?

forty percent chance of rain
it is an ill wind that blows no rain our way.

Listening to Clay and Doreen do their sweet thing on Perimeters again.

[Diana Moon Glampers]

Life on the Screen:
Identity in the Age of the Internet

I labored on labor day
I go no work tomorrow
what does this make this night
Saturday Night

Clay and you and me got a lot in common
we all love the same women
Hell I love all women
The Witch Of Buchenwald made my lampshade
Weird macabre mood tonight
Blame it on Mozart
Who is Lightning Rod, Wireman, Doreen, C.J. I know she is real.
But I am not sure about this sock puppet.

Beautiful women make so many unintended conquests.
No wonder Greta Garbo wanted to be alone.

[stilltrucking]

I must have chemo brain too
I got three white boards going
I got the idea of using whiteboards from that evil woman on litkicks. She used one to keep a handle on all the web pages she juggles.
But I need them just to keep up with mundane mondays.
I got one on the front door that stares me in the face every time I leave my shack. I got one on the refrgerator door, and one over my work bench.

THey say it passes.
Sounds like you all could use some R & R

[Doreen Peri]

pass me the shuga
pass me the salt
i'm seasoned
ain't my fault

[WIREMAN]

she's-a-stirrin'
watercolour arches
soakin' in the tub
dog's curious
i'm delighted
rainin' cats & dogs
there's a
thunderbird floatin'
on wilkens avenue
ghost of poe whispering
in my ear.................

[stilltrucking]

Train hisses and idles on siding
a distant train approaches
moon hides in clouds and tree limbs.

many moons ago in Baltimore
we were all standing at his grave in that church yard.
there were flowers everywhire

edit later in the morning
windows all open
rainy dreary day

[WIREMAN]

later in the morning
way into the week
cookies crumbled on
puter #1
summer's ending
voices in the street
bending......show's hung http://www.soweboarts.org/currentshow.html
cd's getting close to finis
baltimore poetry anthology on the
horizon...........

[stilltrucking]

I remember the summer I read Look Homeward Angel
Mid seventies I was on the road
Searching for a home I never found

It felt like Baltimore a couple days ago
How many times I passed by the church yard and never noticed it.
Well, I should say I hardly noticed it.
An uncanny feeling that I repressed

Speaking of the uncanny
Always makes me think of Uncle Freud
Dark days for him
Europe in thirties

"Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness." Freud

Nicely done web page color me green.

Addendum
What I did not realize until was on the road for a couple more years was that I was home. My home was the road.

Even if I can't go home again
I would like to get back someday for a visit.

[WIREMAN]

the green man
bought my green man
no bullshit......although
my green man was a
wired man, hair all
blown asunder with
2 different big eyes......
he's residing on a vegetable
farm of the organic variety
in southern pennsylvania at
the present time........... http://www.fairiefestival.net/

[stilltrucking]

The green green grass of home
Sometimes when I smoke it
I feel like such a brilliant writer

Music music music
Some can--- I can't
Tone deaf

Perpetual care
So crazy after all these years
A perpetual care plan for my father's grave

Standing at a gravesite
And I could not shed a tear for crazy mike
Reading a phonetic version of Kaddish
and thinking I am putting a fast one over on god

As if I am speaking Hebrew
But the sounds do mean something
Down in some quantum level of my soul

So crazy mark
Still so crazy after all these years
I think of loving fathers like Jack Coburn

Just a privit Go
Don’t mean nothing
Mr. Bojanges please please please