#23 -The "I Can't Wait Word Jam" March 8-16, 08

[westcoast]

Streets paved with the gold of possibility
Shimmer as one foot proceeds another
Far beyond bed's cover
She roams.

[stilltrucking]

a bull in a china shop
foxes in the hen house
like a kid in a candy store
wanting more

april showers
may flowers
I wish they could all be california girls

[westcoast]

keggers for Kierkegaard
headlong into the popcorn bowl
text heavy buttocks
bookmark rhyme
daylight savings
collects no interest
interesting, no?

[mousey1]

shower fresh
the morning sprite
stirs our coffee plenty
sweetened by her presence here
the flavor lingers on our memory

[stilltrucking]

the power of flowers
haiku for sisters
my cup runneth over

[mousey1]

Gotan Project - Mi Confesion

I hate rap
but for this?
for this I'll make an acception
Mi confesion
si



and on a lighter note
I milked the gotan
the cream was fine and dandy
sure it leaves an aftertaste
but so does wine and brandy

[stilltrucking]

gently rapping
tenderly tapping
forever more

wordy orderves
tasty tidbits
sipping on sunshine

after the taste is gone
the thrill still lingers.

[mousey1]

cups running over
drips sticking to rims
lips sip
fingers tip
the words out on the page
and everyone
feels higher

[stilltrucking]

flowers to a higher power
wonder me with
sweet mystery

the blessing of caressing
the miseries of puppy love
old folks remember

we watch ferlinghetti's train go passing by

[westcoast]

memory fails -
aha moment
again!

[westcoast]

i saw him in his poetry room
before i went down the stairs
something made me turn
and there he sat
wistful
eyes gleaming
he winked at me
as if to say
it's okay you did't buy
all those masturbatory tales
i wrote while
sipping beatnik cool aid

~dedicated to L. Ferlinghetti

[mousey1]

oh, those were the days
beatnik cool aid
always at the ready
I remember it
like it never happened
and that's the best way

take it to the limits
squander all the gains
catch the sideway trains
to everywhere
at once

[stilltrucking]

Oh god Ferlinghetti
I must be queer
No not really
But I love him
He could have been my uncle
in world war two
he walked the streets of Nagasaki
a couple weeks later
he saw the shadows on the wall
the day he became a pacifist

we boys look for our role models
we need our heroes

From Dugout Doug to GI Joe

But I need ferlinghetti



we take it to the limits
we look for signs
I remember the stars blinking out
I walked the darkness
hugged a tree
Read Nietzsche

and THe Bell Jar
fell for the mad girls love song
as if she were real

But I don't go there no more
My momma was a pistol
and I am son of gun
feel like a mushroom sometims

[westcoast]

Stockton St cafe
thin ladies cigarette in hand
Blue smoke a mushroom cloud
around my head

Mr. Phillips mumbling to himself
at the next outdoor table

This shared San Fran caffiene bliss

My head spins on a nicotine dime
as Mr. Phillips mumbles
laughs, marks up crowed scribble scrabbled pages

Passersby tip funky hats

I reach up to adjust the new Gorvin
groovin on cappuccino
getting off on this strange old man
so in command in his rags
and yellow stained fingers
on each hand

Please let me die here
a block from Washington Square park
bury me under a mighty tree
when hobos pee
into the rainy dark.

~*~

[mousey1]

and waning
shoulders paining
I decide to slip off the high wire
touch ground
move over
see what's on the other side
of sleep for awhile

thanks all
for the pleasure of this
get together

good night
cheers
to more words tomorrow