August 22, midnight
(Somewhere with a blues band playing)
SO,
are you
being or
nothingness
at this $5 art kegger
multi jazz short film
flirt
with your despondent
Happening
girl
you rub the leg of "your" "woman"
like I pet my
dog
fell down that well hole
before
didn't even get a good poem out of it,
lots of bad
ones
but no low
riffs on a Sunday
with bass in back
Immortal Garage Poet
mocked enough
blue sky
Bye bye
Shoe string blasphamy
approach -
all is obscene
to
non-being
Better have a fishin' pool
out back
catch the words
credit's no good
and the idea store
neither's cash
but beer still
works
What aesthetic but
another nothing
off which everything is based
catch up
Catch Up!!
gimme confusion
to
sort out this
order
intuitively
Am I going to New Orleans?
Am I going to New Orleans
every night
Yes!
This is Every
night
Jazz Fuck
Shit
Obscene
to radio play paranoia of taste
But man!
I wanna swing
to these up
street
everywhere
high hit
smoke screen
blast through tunes
to these
up street everywhere
charmed snake
bellow howlin'
tunes
to these up street
everywhere
fadin' to background
but shit! still
there if you listen
real hard
even in the bus tunes!
Yeah, New Orleans
every day
Art whop
fell pop shit
there's it
now
My own damn
street
Makes me
wanna buy a Sax
I'd blow that horn 'till
angels came
home
then jam
the rest of the time
takin' a breath every thousand years.
August 22, noon
(skipped due to hangover)
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