perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[the mingo]

Shoot no!
thats what I get for being busy!
I did have a smile
I did have a grin
tonight, right now,
the coyotes are howling again!

[the mingo]

Page turn!
Page turn!
93! Charge>>>>>>>>>>>>>!!

[Doreen Peri]

YIKES!
you turned the page
and now you're black and white!

I like the art but thought i
hit the Twilight
Zone.

[the mingo]

fog the landscape with
names and other mythologies
concrete expressions, empires
the jaw unhinges
to swallow whole
then centuries are needed
for sleep

[stilltrucking]

Tiamat
the darkness
in the deep
she is always there
mother chaos
never sleeps
never wakens
we shimmy along oblivious

Genesis angles
fig leaf innocents
Mythologies a plenty
Bible precursors
lost in translation
who knows
beats me

sandy landscapes swallow empires
"look on my works ye mighty and despair"

ah yes

"Does the sea Remember the walker upon it?"

still jaming
still ripping off
everything and everybody

[stilltrucking]

I will never be a man
long past 13
and maybe you are right mingo
maybe I was born to be
but even so
time is running out
and I am still
just a kid giving it all away

I am digging my self in
a little deeper in the well

Going to be loney with out the raga blues man
leaving me thirsty

and the old gospel says if I want a drink of
cool water
got to dig a littler deeper in the well










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"The Deep" (Hebrew tehom) at the beginning of Genesis derives from Tiamat"
"Tehom
(Hebrew: תְּהוֹם), literally "deep" or "abyss". Tehom in the Bible refers to the great deep of the primordial waters of creation"
http://www.pantheon.org/articles/t/tiamat.html

[the mingo]

dig down
dig down
drink deep

[stilltrucking]

our back pages i got to turn back a page to wireman's next to last post and you replied:

I love
days like that
no clocks
no clocks
no clocks
have a good one,Wireman

I had this tall cool drink of water
and someone stuck dirty ass in in
and left a hole where wireman used to be

on an up beat note
cause wireman ain't in to slamming

we keep on jamming

in spiritu perpetu

I don;t mind the clocks
just so they don't glow in the dark

it might be three in the morning
and I don;t want to know it.

if I keep making the same typo over and over
would it become standard usage

I never could figure out how them silly mushrooms could make silent woman laugh so much she wet her pants.

Thy chilled me to the bone
I hope wireman is still holding down the stone
I got to mosey over to thistles and marigolds and see how the tribe is doing.

We be digging mingo
digging digging digging

the jam
but this one got a whole in
I going back to page one for a while
it was such an auspicious begining
it was atlantic city
the steel pier
and it was cold
cold as this room I am citing in
cold as a blue mushroom
blue as the snake goddess's skin.

[stilltrucking]

so we digging deeper in the well
not going to let anyone poison this well for me mark.

I been trying to leave him alone mark

So I been posting to both of them as silent woman.

My schizoid rationalization

I miss you buddreau

Silent woman

so many faces to me,
but one was on a pillow beside me for a couple of years

Don't which I miss more, her voice or her body.

[the mingo]

cold rooms
blue moons
voices & bodies
hell, I miss them all

[stilltrucking]

I never have been married

"No Woman No Cry"
"I don't like weak women
I get bored so quick
and smart women are hip to my tricks"

bob marley meets joni mitchell

ah me
kerouac never liked people who yawned
st jack why did you have to get so old when you were still so young

he always had "mom"
to get back to

and his daughter's name was iphigenia

I am a narcistic putz
a mama's boy too
I know the type
but I don't have his redeeming talent

Oh well

thank you st jack
for all the pleaure and beauty you gave me
and my keyboard gently weeps for a father and daughter
but
NO

families
he loved his daughter the best he could
and she found a father's love before he died
it was good enough

jack jack
they say her eyes were starterling(sp)
like looking into yours

she took your advice
she wrote books
baby driver I loved you
and he did too
as well as he could
I wish you had been my daughter


fucking confessions
yes I remember mama
the feel of her throat between my hands
the pulsing in her carotid and the warm softness
stopped me
and her look

suicide
by matricide
that close

boring fucking confessions
st jack was a catholic
I wonder what my excuse is

singing
singing
missing
the blues man
he got enough music for two of us
I am listening for a beat mark

[stilltrucking]

He loved to ride
he knew the holy moly
rockin rolling
motion was freedom
moving moving
thumbing a ride with that
high balling trucker
one truck pull over flashing its lights for the next one
and old jack would hop out of one truck into the other truck
and the driver kept on balling that jack
right through to the top big muddy
and jack cooked mighty a protein feast
for his benefactor

jack knew it wasn't getting any where
it was just th going and the coming that mattered

I miss the road more than the women

it was everything
everything
it wasn't a job
not a life style
it was the road

dharma bums with their travelling light
gypsyboy truckers travelling light with forty tons and a little more

drivell road
yeah

driven driven
just like this keyboard

[stilltrucking]

the music of the road
I mean the real deal
the music of the road
not that road music
on your cd player
not that quiet four wheeler
stiffling sound

it's the wallbash cannonbal
freight train jangle and roar
with a ferrari scream

a whining moan
steady droan
of a diesle hearted Om


that transmorgifies
your body to a vibrating oneness
with the fundamental matter of the univese

road music
got a beat
to live for

sitting in that high seat
it is the reason log truck drivers arise early than students of Zen
there is no other life


except this drivell

I am probably going to die in my sleep
in bed
Not behind the wheel like I always figured


I think I am done now
no more road drivell
it is beat out of me.

[stilltrucking]

moving on
the world is turning
it don't mean nothing

more to go
the illusion
of motion


So what's new with you

[Nazz]

it's in your blood;
it may come and go, but never leave,
the steady rumble and drone,
the quarter mile markers lined up
like a picket fence into sun flare,
stretched to a vanishing point.
it's in the blood..