Sunday, May 23, 2010


And then one day British Petroleum decided that they would fuck the Universe and that no one could stop them or make them admit it or force them to pay with their lives for it.

"Tough shit, America, we're a corporation with all the God-given rights that your stupid-ass corrupt politicians gave us!"

Although the corporation is Satan, we'll never be able to do a fuckass thing about it!

Saturday, May 22, 2010

I Hear From No One

I hear from no one much
Or at least very seldom.
Some send me their junk mail,
Though it’s not clear if they don’t know the difference
Or if it’s only that they think I won’t know it…

I’ll read the first few words of anything,
Though that don’t mean it doesn’t make me mad.
There’s no longer any purpose in getting mad, though,
Just as there is none in practicing indifference to one and all.

I prowl the broken teeth and bones
Of my array in the mirror
And wish for more input in the soup,
Though I’m expecting less.


Current draft: 5/22/2010
Created on 5/20/2010 10:58 AM

Friday, May 21, 2010

Straight View

Can you cure me of what ails me
Or cure the ailment of its attachment to myself?
Is there any hope or spell for anyone I know
Or just these strange straight views down long deserted roads?


Current draft: 5/17/2010
Created on 5/17/2010 6:57 PM

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Pristine Blonde

I think she was a pristine girl
Who went out into the world
With many delusions and intentions,
One of which was to sleep with Jews and Negroes
To prove her liberality—whether to herself
Or to the white-bread world she came from.
I was never certain, but I’m certain that she thought so!
Alas, that I was white and Protestant.


Current draft: 5/20/2010
Created on 4/25/2010 10:54 AM

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Grateful Or Not

Not one of my lovers
Were ever much like me or even close,
But for that I should be grateful.
I should probably even roll over and play dead.

Almost all those I loved, you see, were guilty
In some small respect of things I’d never believe,
Things I couldn’t imagine that I’d ever tolerate.
Now that they are gone, I’ve reflected, find I was mistaken…

I suppose it’s just that I’ve discovered and suffered for
How I miss them, how hard it’s been to replace them,
How feeble is my existence, growing old without their faces,
Without those native traces, voices, and embraces to keep me.


Current draft: 5/19/2010
Created on 5/15/2010 8:31 PM

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Carmen Delzell (Opposites)

I hear the voice of an American woman living in Mexico.
She speaks of her attachments to nature in a rural landscape
With 2 burros, 9 dogs, and some chickens.
She is immersed, it seems,
Though she is also uncomfortable and lonely.
She is similar—however opposite—to myself.
Once in a while, she sees a truck drive down her dusty road,
Whereas I live immersed in modern-life’s most unnatural world
Where it’s always hard to see the stars
And cars are always passing me by,
And I am almost always uncomfortable in it.


Current draft: 5/18/2010
Created on 5/15/2010 6:30 PM

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Too Late

It’s getting too late to die young,
So I’ll have to live with that—
Though I cannot say how long.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Beautiful Day, My Ass

“It’s a beautiful day,” the house-painter said
each morning as I went out,
and it always seemed such garbage to me.
I’m sure that sunny days must be of worth
To those who work outdoors,
But I don’t work and I’ve been sick so long,
It doesn’t mean a rat’s-ass thing to me.


Current draft: 5/4/2010
Created on 5/4/2010 1:36 PM

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

In The Flame

I don’t really care for living, I fear,
But I’m incapable of facing death—
Not the rope or the jolt or any drowning or the gun.
There’s nothing to it, I am told, but I can’t get there.
I just stay stuck here in the flame in dread and doubt
And never leap for heart’s true beauty or go out.

Now when I ache I don’t know what for, but only
That there are few if any hearts that break for it.
I can’t pretend to pray for it
Or expect any other to see to it
And fail myself to see that this old heart, when divulged,
Is anything more than it ever was.

Sad songs and movies
Never used to make me weep
Nor illness, age, or death,
And I would as lief return there
Where a grievous song was only a song
And my heart among life’s beauties was ever mine to give.


Current draft: 5/10/2010
Created on 5/5/2010 4:27 PM

Sunday, May 09, 2010


You were always such a good girl.
It made it more delightful to me
That you chose me at one time to do those bad things with!

You were so nice, I mean, if not good!
You were nice to your parents,
To your friends and those who weren’t
And even those who weren’t likely to be.

Even me now that my life is lived in spite and nearly over.
You’ve always been a sweet kind soul,
And well-behaved and intelligent, too—
And that made you not only tolerable to me,
But one of the few who could tolerate me!


Current draft: 5/8/2010
Created on 4/23/2010 3:15 PM

Friday, May 07, 2010

Missing You

I miss her a little still, it’s true, but
I miss you more and you’re still here.
I missed out somewhere
In a long-ago dream that never ceased,
I took a long step across a too wide stream
When things got too real and I wetted myself,
Whether anyone knew of it or not.
It was only a misstep,
Combined with something I lost or threw out
When it didn’t seem like anything of very much value.
I was unquestionably mistaken,
But I know I can’t take it back.
I miss you when I cannot caress or even kiss you,
But there’s nothing new in that.


Current draft: 5/07/2010
Created on 4/20/2010 9:36 PM

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

from "Things Are Strange" or "Things Have Changed"

Bob Dylan: Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet
Putting her in a wheelbarrow and wheeling her down the street


(By Lennon/McCartney)

There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

In my life I love you more

Monday, May 03, 2010

Swiss Cheese Memory

I had an odd remembrance the other day. First I recalled the ascot I wore for a couple of my teenage years, probably in the same time period that I bought into the popularity of Carnaby Street--you know, all those splashy colors, sometimes with white cuffs on colored or striped shirts, sometimes white collars that also contrasted. I recall also a blazer that I guess you'd call a dark gold; if there was some other name for the color, I never learned it. Maybe some called it "tan", though I don't recall it. At any rate, I remember that the ascot went with the blazer, though I can't recall the ascot's color or if it had spots or stripes or any other pattern. Ain't memory a wonderful thing when it decides to leave so many holes in the fabric?

Saturday, May 01, 2010

How Or Why

I know you’re younger than me
And none of my business,
But I wish I had a pretty woman like you to kiss
Once again before I forget how or why.
But I’m really just admiring you
When I didn’t know I did—
I don’t mean for you to feel discomfort
Or to start to wonder when I’ll die.


Current draft: 5/1/2010
Created on 4/27/2010 3:54 PM

Strangely enough, this is post #2,222.

Forever Young

by Bob Dylan

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

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