perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[WIREMAN]

we play
we pay
sleep all day
dreams good
dreams bad
work dreams
are worst....ugh
girl dreams best
no brainer
me and evie
talkin bout makin
babies....karazy!
would make a baby
with becky jane...ugh
crazy thoughts
why nots
slap me
wake up old
man look at my life
daughters 32
her momma lookin
like her momma
but not like her momma
daughter lookin like momma
me no son
did or do have a step son
by CJ
was a son
have a little bro
a big sis too
no mo mom
no mo dad
hum of fan
sounds in hall
they kept comin
last night
drunker n drunker
till 2am.
sold a sculpture
at after midnight
so we hung in
didnt get good
till after 9pm.
thats usual for these
affairs
lotsa pretty women
the older i get
the better the girls
b lookin
another scarf left behind
happens every time
lotsa beer bottles
cig butts on porch
quiet now
commissions galore
gonna keep me busy
good thing
dogs and owls
women wid boobs
an angel
a lion
busy busy time
group show sunday
at nola cafe
silent now
cept for the heater fan
time to snooze
hopin dreams are good
its a crap shoot...

[the mingo]

aftermaths
are special places
even spiritual -

[the mingo]

i forgot - thx for the pics

[WIREMAN]

perpetuated
perpetrated
pernicuous
permanent
perameters
cant get this
makin a baby
off my mind
all day, all night
yesterday too
all the ramifications
the discumbubulations
perpetual
jam
my grandad born in 1884
ifn i had a kid
he or she'd be born
in 2015
thatd make em
69 200 years after
my grandad was born
blows my mind
ok, im probably not
gonna make a kid
orrrrrrrrrr........???
laffin it all the way
me and evie
shes got the chutzpah
i dunno
i wanna make a couple
with becky
i dunno why
but i do
i also wanna keep workin
doin the do waka do
stayin alive
ah ah ah ah stayin alive
scarves keep gettin left behind
at my place
doreen says isadora???
u know the story?
scares me
and that man waiting
at the gate
cj saw him
every time i was at hospice
he didnt scare her
not a bit
200 years
what a span
jammin for how long
seems like forever
showin art
since '74
sellin it too
how long?
hell thats 40 years right there
damn!
jammin
they was buyin saturday night
but low dollar stuff
i told will we need some
high dollar folk to come
but the low dollar folk are fun
do both
why not
make a baby, in yur 60's
why not
i dunno
jammin
yeah i'll b jammin
till the day i die......

[the mingo]

things gathering on wordpad all day
but my words seem thin now
almost transparent
and here you are
wanna make babies
no if or ands
but mainly -
holy reproductive Mongolia!
older men than you have done it -
but you're gonna be workin' 'til your eighty five
it's a strangely thing to be thinking about
it's the ladies that do it to ya
all that ripe fruit from the eve tree
mitochondrial zaniness
hair all wavy gravy
estrogen & fertility everywhere ya look
but who knows?
maybe it's your destiny to found a dynasty
mighty sons & beautiful daughters
mingo out
jam on

[WIREMAN]

cooling down
shhhhhhhh.....
that urge to
create is powerful
another rainy day
needed rest
more owls to make
a list of requests
before me
good times
reading about rousseau
naieve magician painter
cafe dark
even with lights on
last of the jammers
we b
might have to call a jam
but i did it last time
maybe judih will
funny how they always go
to post poetry
rarely ~GO!
the poets...cough!
yeah there there
u...cecil....saw....irish...i actually
have one of his poetry books....
who else....ugh
theres a lot of narrative
there
there there there
here here here
be spontaneous
sometimes i think we
should just have the
one forum....poetry
cause everything is that
just read wikipedia
i like the rhymes mingo
nobody does em these daze
in a musical setting
they are essential
like the short poems best
the more chinese
the better
too many long winded
narratives lose the readers
attention on the cyber page
i see a long poem, i go click
just my ways
no big deal
why do i even care?
heat fan on here
tv news in background
time for the ear buds n some music
ah sade
maybe i'll get into some online chess
definitely a bike this spring
it takes 2 to jam
thanks for jammin
rage on mongolia
dream of strong sons
and fast horses
beautiful wives
and freedom........

[the mingo]

yeah, two things have come together for me lately
rhyme & the rhythm set up by it -
but another thing too - new for me is
the use of repeated vowel sounds
to establish rhythm and not so much exact rhyme -
near rhymes are fun too especially if
the vowel sounds come in with it big plus
part of me leans more and more toward
pure spontaneity for expression of
idea or emotion
and that's thx to you
for having a love of this and a forum for it here
i might not have followed this trail otherwise
mingo out
jam on
& yeah i loved that "rage on mongolia" line

[WIREMAN]

wrote a poem
its over there
comin back from
becky's store
developed in my mind
bout this and that
and them
being friends
not really me now
but maybe then
was gonna go out
but decided to stay in
i think
need a dr. pepper
no screw drivers
no tacos
bought a levis jacket
happy fit
shot the shit
rested most the day
finally wrote a poem
yahoo!

[WIREMAN]

ok i got a #
a good idea
but i haven't
a clue why?
but it's not really a ?
that i'm asking
more like a why exclamation
masters of !
jam masters
10 years and still
runnin with the ball
like little kids
on the playground
passin it back and forth
not wanting to keep it
away, but the other
kids just dont want
the ball.......ugh
jam
mongolia
freedom on the steppes
tuvan throat singers
other worldly sounds
jumpin around in
a cosmic dance
then riding off across the plains
on tiny but fast ponies
boney moronies
lookin for peggy sue
mongolian beauties
tibetan too
silk road adventures
weeping camels
yurts steaming with
yak buttered lust
mesas in the distance
hills of barren beauty
tall grass
tribes in nomadic motion
as it should be
people are happiest
when moving
caravans
oasis
date palms
salt merchants
trading white gold
race of red haired nordics
buried in the sand
rising on stilts we
beat the sand storm
breathing beneath endless
night of stars
nomads crossing asian
paradises
red beans and rice
on our plates
beauties in our tents
children running
playing on the open plains
Mongolian fantasy
as it should be
as it was
as it will be
throat sing-a-longs
riding our horses like the wind
and jammin!!!

[the mingo]

" yurts steaming with
yak buttered lust " -
- CRACKED ME UP! -
hell, i'll ride
better than the snow i been
shoveling all day
we are getting whacked up here locally
and a beauty in the tent
i ain't got no problem with
mongolian fantasy for sure
and hell yeah, Mongolia - why the hell not?
them tents always looked cozy to me
scent of goat & sheep & horse outside
and the scent of the steppes on the wind
seems to me better
than gas, diesel, and mixed exhaust up my nostrils
would be better on the mind i think
but that's just the romantic in me
i wouldn't miss my cellphone
might miss the computer some
but if my life were my main entertainment
instead of pictures on a screen
that would be something worth the reach for
and i hear many of them are trying
to make a go of it in the cities
leaving the old ways behind
way of the world
but something gets lost
something gets let fall to the ground
i think that something
is heart
i think that something
might even be peace
jammasters! now there's a thought -
all we can do is example the thing
& let the jam fall where it may
mingo out
jam on

[WIREMAN]

jam fall
jam frank lloyd wright
jam nosferatu
jam a girl in a tutu
jam old dounier rousseau
jam modigliani
jam long necked women
jam this crowd at the bar
jam this how can a wireman write
under theses conditions

[the mingo]

jam jig-a-boom
jig-a-boom
under all conditions
ripping off history
from a snowstorm
if a forest falls on a tree
will ikkyu have to eat crow?
abnegations abound to increase our reach
mexico is an imagination
in a figment
a million in one shot
dying by the side of
its own railroad tracks
chinese style
with the earth's crust in constant motion
don't wait til tomorrow
we'll all then be in a different place
the werewolf stories predate the ones
of vampires by hundreds
of thousands
of years
we have invited
fire into our homes
let us enjoy it
call us ishmael
jig-a-boom

[the mingo]

after weeks of research
and bone numbing effort
i finally found
Genghis Khan's theme song
the one he sang after all the mare's milk had been drunk
and all the food eaten
& all the throat singers had gone home
after all the women & children in his tent were sleeping
he'd slip out of camp
and on a hilltop in the moonlight
he would begin to chant http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=saAoTPXcPSg

[WIREMAN]

i can see
old genghis
right now
on a 12 string
with them latin horns
backin him up
8 miles high & i
aint never gonna
touch down
we aint talkin nfl
jammin
readin ginsberg
on way home
kinda jam prose
bout jack n neal
from 72
sketchin it like
jack did
takin in denver
word visuals
slow train ride home
freight in the way
they take priority
workin tomorrow
but got another
5 days off at xmas
just gonna make art
and lay down
although theres a big party
the 27th supposed to b
wired santa again
no snow yet
kinda dreadin the thought
jammin
cold mornings
cold throughout the
day, wind been slammin
cold....cold....cold...
seems like winter forever
3 more months.....ugh
stayin in
let it out last night
steak and bloodys
jam on gonna go b a
r n r star in my dreams.....LOL

[the mingo]

we got the snow here
and have had it awhile
they say rain maybe next few days
heading down oneida lake way 2morrow
to check out a mobile home
i think to myself me in a mobile home
gotta be somethin' poetic in that notion
i've only read ginsberg here and there
except for Howl -
i would probably be more interested
in his correspondence with the others
but i ain't got to any of that yet
i am missing my bike
winter - ugh & ugh
those pounds i lost during riding season
all showing back up now
and saying - Hi! remember us?