Sahara

boding in the sand

i can see mirages

the snow up ahead 

my feet burn red

a stick holding up 

a fly weight boxer

its me & you oh  harsh

n mighty sahara bandish 

me because I am lost

my mouth is beer dry

no compass star or oracle 

will save me @ the pass

just let self drop silently

to the desert floor 

pitching back and forth

oceans of arms & fish tails

pulling you through to 

the otherside of now

Mexico San Juan

ever life again




not in the nitre




frogs r chirping




birds r perching




cowboys r free




girls with melons






in sweaty wood pool




tons of blonds




take off blouses 




later their dresses




lotza tequila & 




burgers down the 




hatch a new life in 




mexico san juan 

The Ballll Park

its opening day at the ballll park in brooklyn willy mays babe ruth tom waits ty cobb clomps spitting opium spiking the bum chewing tobacco foul far out a mound of dirt with gauze resin bags bean bags tar red sony transistor radios ray ban glasses ball hats rain and bats


socrates steps up on a stump and reads the star spangled banner  in greek to the beer nuts as good as if not better than sousa at the balll park place full of banners and flagstaffs were stars and moon beam mingle with artificial light of night games drunk haze and waves 


fresh cut grass cut like a crew cut brushed back to make a green carpet for the ballad of the unscripted dancing leaping tracing throws of beauty and measured effort attacking the ball with grace homerun ace and strike out


the ball goes back and forth and around, but somebody wins most the time so you can go home eventually

Short Note 'Frida & Diago' 1953

at the back doors of the brick-house you could see trance lights and music burning into the night rusty roses galore tragedia of segovia flamingo dance roll over beethtoveen if i don't get lucky where will i lay my head tonight


rockefeller plaza 1956 deigo rivera paints a mural of mexican common man a fateful folk history adorned with  picture of karl marx  capitalist sledgehammer marble blowing it up like a atomic bomb blast


frida kahla lover of classic painting a red yellow colorful slaughter-house spine dripping poppy oil painful out & out images of city girls and ancient inca pride in morse code of the scared paint brush eyeballing artist who painted to live or die in sepia colorless world 


diago telegraphing revolution with brush like frida on fire being a artist a license to be a whore monger saint of color or loyalty knowing that it is impossible to keep up sanity or insanity on dharma trail of old oxide paint and vision

John Berryman is Dead

john berryman transfixed by henry on the horrid day he shot
himself or took poison 1 or other to  body bronze full of
electrical waves and all the whiskey in charlotte WXZT radio 
playing classics not lifting him cashing out of room 8 


yes the summer was hot in chinatown mixed up plenty too 
she bled him fed him more booze hour by hour as he scripting
poems combing through garbage dumps dark alleys salvaging
looking for wooden ships cat eyes hypno-erotic ancient oaths


forgive-fulness in golden age of the survival techniques
dead wallpaper peels the yellow room of the notorious
sideways motel pauperized cockroaches swarming by you
as if magnified by a 1000 times in coterie of a dying brain


they stored his cremated ashes in a prince albert tobacco can mixed 
with bougainvillea flowers and thorns playing polka moving
ceremoniously this can of bones to wicker zoo on duchamps 
birthday placing it in gorilla cage to be stomped on allot


as lovely remembrance and monument to tortured life
as seen through tortoise shelled spectacles on elysium fields

Fucked Up Out West

crocodile cross in jeans pocket

pan head heavy metal rubber burn

blacktop road opening up ahead as

time flows so fondly in distance

buffaloes grazing on purple panacea

red moon clay hills cactus flowers

chill in the air of new mexico

peyote buds navajo adobes  hills

sunshine breaking up and folding

as bottom falls out of soul being

holding on to scared heart of love

rhythmic medicine man a road map

shaking a rattlesnake tale making

it rain and busting your balls with

lightning at will on the edge of

doom-laden vision going nowhere

bringing it home in the morning

drinking jack daniels for 24 hours

carving devil-head with a bowie knife

in a mesquite tree way out somewhere

reveling in rugged history of desert

skeletal long horns long dead on sand

indian tobacco goes up in smoke