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Virile tag team spandex
High Fives a flyin
Stones heating where I just took a beating.

Personalize and sensationalize
the wicked bills come flapping
like all that jazzersize
And falcons on my well wrapped wrist.

Hair teasing and minds easing
All four limbs pressed along the well walls
Lichen on my palms
Air slowly cooling.

Beelzebub in a clawfoot bathtub
Rubs above and rubs below
The air is slowly cooling
And my words are dying slow.

Stunted growth they said
As I came back to consciousness
And rubbed my head

Who goes there I demanded?
Knowing my mistake almost at once,
I could smell their old spice
The grevious knights.

The ghost of Gram Parsons was late
And I was up shit creek.
Where to go from here?
And me without a Palomino.

Stampede!

The boils on my billfold have begun to bore me
My last place ribbons have begun to swarm me
Back ye jealous fiends!
You can't dress like me.

Stampede!

The ghost of Jimi Hendrix hovered above me
Like scrambled porn on UHF
My eyes couldn't adjust fast enough
My ribbons twittered.
What do you want with me? My blood? My ribbons?

Stampede!

Buck Owens like a vision hovered before me
Nudie suit a-jangle
And me in mine.

Who can say who was faster on the draw?
He's a ghost
With ghost bullets.

I am a man with man bullets.

B-Day Blog

I have stormed the beach
Crawled up the hill
Smoked in bunkers
Racked up credit card bills

I have stoned my mind
Toned my behind
Tried to be kind
But only to find...

Hark!

Crack your hooves across the floor
Prop your pitchfork 'gainst the door!
Downy backed angels gathering near
Raising their trumpets right to my ear.

Damn their plummage!
Shit shit shit.

La Mission

Staple gun in hand
Powerthunk possibilities and western eyes

Yesterday a blind person's cane came slithering out of a taqueria
White red white have no fright
Red white red you're dead

Slow down heart, all is well.

Week of Hat

What is a boy to do? Here I am trying to hate and the world just isn't accomodating. What will happen if I run into a string of bliss and have no hateful reserves? Why just today I was walking with The Yogini and L.B. when all of a sudden Yogini smiles at a complete stranger and says hello. I was distraught. This type of behavior is a gateway to conversation and then next thing you know the whole social fabric starts ravelling. Luckily the waft of sewer at every third corner returns things to equilibrium. But it is hard to hate sewers. I am an Angel fan after all.

So I got a new hat, and I'm very excited. It is an old school SF giants cap (black with orange letters and a little orange button on the top.) Much love to L.B.

YMCA

The smell of pizza
floating across the kitchen
while my PBR calls
and a foursome is recommended.

Walk out the door

A fucking knitting queen she cried!
Such a scarf,
I could never make.
And then the pizza came.
Never satisfied.

I will survive

Gloria Gaynor and my unbidden libido,
Rising and receding
Like a river on the verge of flooding,
I terrify those around me
But they measure me, oh they measure me.

Tubers

Hope!
Don't you feel it rising?
Speaking of...
I think I bought khakis that someone filed the crotch on....
I almost feel guilty,
But really,
It was only a matter of time.

Shit.

There is an easy way out and a hard way out. But I wasn't paying attention.

Aloha mios dios

Billboard hits 1979,
Wind through my beer,
I look across the table,
My heart, my cup, my goodness.

There are old days
Mystique and frayed jeans
Boots I wish I still had
Codpiece a dangle.

Blog game

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Valkeries unite

Old one eyed Odin,
Casts his runes on the old one way road.
Today we might die!

Hippies

The flower is the power
The tower is tipping over
My prince has a penchant
For milk duds and porno.

There is something in the stars tonight
Something that says "lucky"
But only one of us will remember
Sweet prince.

No mom.

Coffee didn't stunt my growth.

And you don't have power over me anymore.

I'm an air conditioned gypsy

As luck would have it, the dogs hadn't had a chance to chew up the evidence.

Cancel my subscription

I am rich with blood.

Friendship

I cup your face in my hands
And humbly beg your forgiveness,
But you sons a bitches
Are out of the will.