perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[stilltrucking]

we be turning thirty six
page 36
reposted to turn the page.

motorcycle madness
motorcycle dreams
riding up that eastern seabord
see old jitterbug again.

listening to pod cast two
jitterbug jaming in B'more too

Put a city in my name


Nashville Tennessee It would be nice to pass through the Athens of the south,
listening LR singing southern man.


meanwhile I know Jesus loves me just like it said on the neon sign. at the Union Gospel Mission down on lower broadway, jus up the block from Tootsie's saloon and around the corner from the RyMan and Linebaugh's cafeteria, And ten honky tonk dives with live music, judy collins in the bar looking like plain jane in a babushka and no make up. She said she go a thousand miles to hear Bob Seger play. Coincidence Old Bob was playing out at Opryland,

[WIREMAN]

how's about "Silver Spring"
sounds so sweet
gettin better all the time?
concrete revitalization
a columns reachin for the
sky plantation with a
Borders, Starbucks,
American Film Institute
& a whole passle of international
restraunts makin the scene
Takoma Park just over the hill................

[jimboloco]

judy collins in baltimore
singing it ain't allright to block the doorway
it ain't allright to sit in halls
it ain't all right it ain't allright,
but if that'z freedumbz price
then i don't miyyayiayinnnndddddd.!

i was thinking of that when we sat in the halls of the new hampshire assemblage on a saturday afternoon in may
mercy an i had to wade thru the sds in the hallway of the rotc building juss a few years afore that, 1968, the latter, 1972 the former, or was it vice versa?

what a neighborhood!
why didya ever leave?
oh texas ain't so bad, thoo.
any mexican cafe's in baltimore?
and blues barz in texas?
theyze a union gospel mission on east lancaster in ft worth
oh yeah i was rescued and woiked my way out
headed for phoenix
rising from th ashes of a lusty texass lady
straight from a dream.

oh kim your mouth was having
orgasmic cacaphonies.
the gum chewing girl.

[stilltrucking]

Never had a blow job jim
Did I miss something?
My feminist friend on Capitol Hill wanted to go down on me
She wanted to watch me cum
I could not stand it
I jumped up scooped her up in my arms
Laid her down and plowed her furrow



I would rather beathe than screw
I do my best not to think about it.
Going to go Ram Dass one better
Continence to celibacy.
I wish I lived in Iran
Living in the midst of mass desublimation trying to sublimate
counter clockwise life

Clothing must cover the entire body, only the hands and face may remain visible (According to some Fiqh Schools) .


The reason for this strictness is so that the woman is protected from the lustful gaze of men. She should not attract attention to herself in any way. It is permissible for a man to catch the eye of a woman , however it is haram (unlawful) for a man to look twice as this encourages lustful thoughts.

http://www.islamfortoday.com/7conditions.htm

The Bitter Lament of a Muslim Woman
By Jahanara Begum
"Allah Amader Kandte Dao!" Allah, Please let us weep in peace! —Jahanara Begum

http://www.secularislam.org/women/bitter.htm


Nashiville I would not cross a picket line, things got tight after that. Head out on the road.

Those Friends there were good to this old cracker head. I sure would like to see them again.

Trying to think of a Koan

Do you want anything special she asked
No he said, lets just act naturaly
Then I thought maybe I should ask her if she wanted anything
Scuba suits she said.

I think she was being sarcastic about my condom

Got dam if I am going to participate in another abortion, she had about three or four. Just an excitable girl I suppose. In a life time of fucking you know accidents happen. Not that I have anything to worry about on that score. Thinking about the old man in Geoff's rooming house. There are worse fates than being 90 years old with a shriveled dick pissing all over the bath room floor. Here we sit fat and sassy, 65 coal miners are dying in a mine in Mexico. How many babies starved today. HOw many women have been raped. How many soldiers have died today. Not my problem everything is swell here.

[picasso]

3pm on thursday and my mind rocks the casbah
my feet are asleep and i meditate
astro project myself and i meditate
eating taco bell and i meditate


wait


one crunchy taco please and an empinada to go
check the bag for hot sauce
and on our way we go
too bad i'm astro projecting and can't munch down on this taco
for 59 cents
my taste buds are full
of transfat
and slim fast
they go hand in hand
shake up and cellulite
my natural body simply can't fight
the wierd things they put in diet food
...suposedly...it's good for you

[stilltrucking]

I am not the man I was, Old maiden uncles do not do as well Aunts.

I was never that tall maybe five ten and a little more, Now I am five nine and a little bit. And no matter what they put in diet food, this body needs to lighten up.

Astral turfing in a desert
I see some distant mountains, amd beyond them the sea.


I got three dollars and one more avocado

my taste buds are full
of transfat
and slim fast

[WIREMAN]

logged in and
submitting, as
opposed to
admitting, and
not quitting
the jams...........in perpetual
actual....satisfactual...
like the function at
the junction, down by
the psychedelic shack
before grapes were ruined
in perpetu
i pet my pets
and am a pet
part of a managerie
here on hollins street
walkin with poe & mencken
like it was the 1890's
like the rap of that loud
boomin car,
like the call of the arabber
vegetable vendors
winding thru the streets
of baltimore...................perpetually..........

[jimboloco]

knocking not
i simply open the door
evermore wearied
looking in i see
the warm glow of a smith's hearth
waking up with celebrations
of impending clarity
just as soon as i get this coffee down
ghosts all around
i let them do the knocking
boo!
time to go, mickey mouse is waking up my wife!
off to the jewel mine! ho!

[WIREMAN]

next
submit
the carry-on
~GO
mindless thoughts scatter
would ya wanna leave em?
perpetually never ends?
perpetu
et spiritu sanctu
kattie schisms
never made it thru
she in her headdress
me in my wisecrackin
smilin all the way home
throw that dog a bone
thoughts on a saturday morn
blue skies
me & zorba dog ride
chuckin the ball a 100 yards
he's rollin in the grass
chasing the robins
them movin slow in the cold
weather never makin up it's mind
it's march & it's madness
yet no news is good news
windy week at bwi
not a flight in sight
building a westin hotel...................

[stilltrucking]

sweet breeze and swaying trees
spring coming on with green leaves
so beautiful
I have re discovered the joys
of boredom
oh what fun it is
just sitting in my old chair
being alive
rocking my way home
still breathing after all these years



It almost rained today and
Crazy Mike's daughter come by for a visit

[jimboloco]

ah yes i was just thinking
how my sedentary life has brought my back into a meditative place
mercy
when i screamed into florita in'88
i was strung out on motion
nice to be here
married man
embrace my wife
with encompassing love
but i still make my own orders
away from the Man

[WIREMAN]

in the field this morning
on the edge of o say can ya see?
the robins gather feasting on worms
zorba dog chasin them while retrieving
a ball chucked 100 yards,

in the field this morning
firey sun rises over Key bridge
to the east, me a lil bit like
a zen man priest, walkin the
beast, yeah I'm walkin the beast............

[stilltrucking]

was strung out on motion

It is hard to explain to four wheelers
Not motion
Constant motion
Motion becomes the message
Motion is the massage
Motion and momentum
In the moment
always between there and here
Day in day out
Hard to get the feeling
think 900 miles in 19 hours
1200 in 24
six thousand miles a week
utter total exhasustion
a beat feat
a gasoline engine don't make that mystic sound
takes a steel hearted diesel bitch
Hour after hour, day in day out
winter summer fall and spring
back and fourth a flying dutchman between two oceans and two countries. This land was my land
Aummmmmmmmmmmm?
big time.
Walking the dog, cool on yor stool
A slam bang rolling temple of sweet solitude and anonymity

It is hard to make you understand.
It was motion
But it was peace and solitude
Escape velocity
and the last couple hundred thousand miles before
it came to an end
Allen Watts was my friend
On a audio tape about Zen
I did not understand at all
Never had an "Ah Ha moment"
But it cheered me up.
Just now
for the first time on March 19, 2006
I drew a consious breath
The first one today.

Same with women
Only in reverse
How strange they can seem to a man
Who has lived without the touch for over a century.
No only 26 years
Yeah I miss the road more than fucking
But I love breathing
Life is still beautiful
Trying to give up my Zen lust
My self destructive self pity.
My need to suffer.
Still a woman hater maybe
after all these years I suppose
Maybe I have helped her
Maybe I have paid my dues
Final
Finally

Got dam inertia
I hate it
a moving body tends to stay at rest
Motor cycle beckons
And I hide.

[jimboloco]

A slam bang rolling temple of sweet solitude and anonymity

inertia of the moment to moment
ping!
plop!

[jimboloco]

zen beast stalking the priest
over the edge into the abyss
oh stray dawg can you see me?
he mutters as he tramps urban desolation huez
while the road beckons only he'll take the back roads this time
what i would do