Friday, June 28, 2024

Still life with hare

 A bunny in the cemetery

From my hammock espy

Near night dusk 

The lawn mowed now dries 


The criminal houseless

Still ruckus their parade 

The corner store intersection

A maze from above gazed 


No cop no wolf 

The raptor asleep

The hare and the shelter 

The summer air keep 



 



SE Gaza

Auspicious Eternal Dung for the Masses

you wave in the wind 


Giant metal shark 


Your teeth never fall raining on passerby 


Two hundred thousand laborers spent all their tiny lives 


Dragging a sandwich up the crane 


The fingers fell but were replaced 


Earthquake gave up 


Tsunami sleeps in your majestic toilet 


Your spine of finance is eternal 


It plunges thru the soul of earth 


It's golden girders all male


And as infallible as your proboscis in winter 


I quiver at the glory far away 


I skyscraper built to withstand revolution 


Made to sing past oceans ultimate slosh off glacier and icy continent 


The turbo charged jet thrusters


Under your bayonet lobby 


Will flung you past the dead universe 


When money devours man 


You have the best view 


You have the best martini 


You have internet brain and sexy windows 


This new song take it third lunch with uncle Mao 


Go big and hire Justin Bieber to clean the gutters 


O skyscraper telescope find me in your eyeball forever milking the USA 




 


For Chinese Repression 

In Hong Kong 


Thursday, June 27, 2024

Inundated (2023)

I curl up with my back to the wind sawing through the redwood tree 


A boiling kettle of branches above 


Not a twig drops 


Gusts crescendo and murmur and ruffle the fabric i cocoon under l


It's paltry and cold 


My tent stake bends as I make a wee roof 


The earth packed by a thousand nights tossing my sack of bones down the time slide 


Some more dry than others 


None so dry as my mother 


In a closet box,


Inundated.  






*** 






The store's closed for good, that's bad for music


Unless one likes sad music 


At least the bums don't leave their Lexus in the truck zone just to fetch dry cleaning 


Across the street 


I had to chalk No Fires by the former entrance


As some are crazy enough to burn trash for a couple minutes of heat 


The awning says Community Owned but the bank is in Wyoming 


It looks inundated with poverty all butcher papered up,


A real cutlet. 


A simple gift, tax deductible, and bento man is the last guy standing, but most people throw out the rice 


And besides 


Who needs silverware to eat and drive 


And stick it to the stick. 




___ 






The cook is sick


He was hale last night, chipper fist bumping the whole band 


Will be there 


He plays stand up 


Bass when he's not sick enough 24 hours later to cancel appearances 


 So here's a guy on acoustic songwriter and a cello from utopia, beatific 


She's covering in every way as they foot in mouth their non event for number 248 per year 


It's refreshing as tap water in contacts 


Let me tell you about yahacts last month, the best cheese steak in lower mintagilla 


Don't sic your hobo fan on us 


It's regular refreshments that background stop the ballpark 


Never heard of you 


There's your two big fans to dish out some shots at finale it's rubby elbow crimes  


I'm not watching overtly your cello diva at all 


I'm inundated by the mundaccious amateurism calling in well. 






 ____ 




Over our head, don't quit 


Breeding. Don't douse supplication by the fryer. We're layers in warm straw. 


The rent rises, inundating the newly burntbeak crew. Leaf feathers alone, they're company. 


Cage free gonna be, we'll see. 


___ 




Brown shirt staff sargent 


With his ranger rick get-up is barking some demand for me to risenshine from my weather buttress 


Here at picnic in the park 


I emerge, forgoing my combat boots, standing in my socks 


To hear i'm illegal and could be arrested at which audibly snort, been here three years 


Not here he says 


Yes, exactly here he waddles back to his city truck i'll be back after brunch and betting online against hometeam 


Then off to busk this temperate morning, the melvin gargoyle ambles away pushing his life basket, dispirited from last he said I'm lucky he don't got a bat 


I play an hour, one ten, and toss a pile of tin cans over the fence, spilling kidney beans from half finished meals that had been opened with haste and few moment edges 


Another hold the piss bus ride toward the east over the volcano all dead and fertile, notably peaceful with carlack 


I do my swimming in a rainbow suit as the hot tub brims with retirees and a retarded man of color, my mix  


He doesn't want to leave as his guardian calls time to go 


His eyes mesmerized making waves in jetting fizz, a magician transforming with perma smile beyond us 


He's inundated and center of attention, will he leave? Will patience grow more calm under the variable ennui 


I swim a quarter mile, half mile, time laps away who cares, dry off and go pump some blocks of dumbbell 


As cellphone drool surrounds the absurd muscle museum full of taxidermy 


And exiting, there's the troll, skin like a dog treat from a value pack sized roadkill 


Slinking past toward the natatorium with eyes in the back of her knees, trudge trudge 


It's quite the flow today, watching reality melt down history into a teeming sewer, up to my muskrat brow 


So I inquire squire lee about is We research regarding mom's non estate being subsumed by texas incorporated 


I scribe my hardshit waiver sic like melting butter on parking lot inferno, grittyesque with facts and antimath economics 


Done, not done. Inundated. 


Happy birthday, pops, sell the union and wallpaper the flood stamps, it's life on the river and windy by trial in the wrecked casino barge, high tide catfish that's on my menu of fascination  




___ 




All fed up, cuz the pizza from the bench by the theater didn't sell 


The movie been seen before it premiered 


Pepperoni dejavoo pickemoff 


Thick foil triangles inundated so that multiple wraps can't smelter the bounty 


Out peeks red sauce, but over sparingly to my tastes 


Dough still crusty or vice versa 


It'll dry let me get a handful of tissue, that's sad 


Don't call it a rerun, fantastic planet from 1956 


That groundbreakingly just ten years after WW 2 whisks us away


Let me just tuck away for a rainy day some these still soft restaurant edibles, the barber watches trimming his last cowboy today 


He could turn down those heat lamps, jesus it's brite 


Specially when we exit the odditorium where they sell cups of grog for a nickel, and the nickels are silver screen, and everyone's handsome or about to monologue 


Don't barf mr. hand-me-down 


Grocery titan, you can remodel, and tear down the melvin statue, and make Howard again 


Just chisel away.  




_____ 




Sump pump at the community center parking lot, 


It's a new crew hosing today 


Lake graham cracker crumb from the toddler squads for it all inundated in the grate 


Cars blast it six feet out with enough gained speed, the cherry blossom precinct unperturbed by motor boats in the crosswalk and pylons around the waterfowl mannequins wrapped in terrycloth 


They're busy ordering order 


Filling up fuel catchers 


Butcher papering window bricks more secure 


I say get an auger size of  Detroit and sell it and don't stop 


Evict that bad water before it gets into the gas tank with the snorkel and hydroponic hypnosis, that's some lax oversight to build a drain that collects and pools yesterday 


Wouldn't you say, mom? 


Wouldn't harriet tubman breath easier not needing stilts to get to class? 


Deferred maintenance has a waiting list around the block, I've been looking forward to it all day, a little time for me 


So tiny time, so clogging it's dander and sediments, mostly human skin they say, and dog stuff. 


Lake go-away slough , back to the drawing board, better engineering for a drier parking lot, and learn how to use tape correctly on all four corners, schmucks, it's folding like my potbelly running toward gym. 


This is tantamount to inundation, the brimming excess, and repudiation of plumbing. 










____






"One lovely and useful proverb is “still waters run deep,” which, translated, means  


quiet people are often more brilliant, clever or complex than they may appear.  


This proverb compares aspects of the human character to hydro- dynamics" 




"Of Latin origin, but possibly popularized by William Shakespeare, c. 1590, in "Henry VI," part 2, act 3, scene 1: 


 Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep; And in his simple show he harbours treason."  




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Residual snowflake, flurry of one, solitary yet wed in dance 


Over pavement carless, care dictating each to their own views from windows, 


I gambled again last night 


Got drunk in deaths clime incubator, after selling my fishman preamp I drank my treble away, boomerang 


Three pints of mountain at the park, along with elderberry flavored river, courting nightshade rowed to a rowdy stir the blood 


Pool game with paul haul, a sonabitch made me beat him and shed my layers until it was tank top guns 


Him hating his dad, 70


Poisoned but wanting the be put in his place, sassy kid 


His girlfriend hanging back, fine by me, she chides me about my daughters, she's one too 


Wants to give a healing hug no problem, drinking cheapo lite, light food high 


The chatter of a party in a long last supper table and two dozen empties get me the bird, and out the door 


I'm stumbling, falling 


My bike soften the blow, rise and hike, never got my layers reinstalled 


"Winter pries it's fingers" in my hammered heart, my pea coat saves me, I awaken to the third ranger in as many sways 


Polite on script, older than the usual clocks sent to recite and point hands at dials 


I'm warm in 20 degree bag, look out at snow ice lawns and tree bit mulch that has been Cuisinart by chef wind 


I toss my foam in the fancy litter jail, after closing off the hefty so dog shit don't besmirch later use 


Cuz who knows, other than the queen oracle, the chain off it's sprocket so I walk to shell


-Ter, counter


-ter, store 


-age, patterns upon patterns paint the road there 


Too beautiful no hangover or frost bite, temperature dropping at 9 am 


Keeping it simple, retired, slow and in contrast.  


____ 


 Between ice and hand warmers in the pocket, my speck not ascendant 


Transitory yet barnacled by fellow human clods 


Uneager for dissolution from inundation, hot cocoa mix that don't swizzle, paddle as we do with a splinter 


Pulled from the cross, red 


The gamut of exhaustion bottled, to steep in indoors 


I heard nobody pray 


I heard sharp howls of pain from one guy, squabbles and cussing, accusations, friendly banter, kind gams at sea, the chance meetings that disaster harbors 


Dogs living with cats, society's outcasts glazed sleep, shuffling feet in outdoor clothes, the crinkle of water bottles, forgiving bumps and boundaries, to survive 


Unheeded calls for help, forsaken by pecking order bureaucracy 


Legless men with smiles 


Filling our arms with tents, tarps, instant oatmeal, and brief acceptance 


At the base of Mt. Tabor 


I better look that up again in my atheist catalogue 


Now that i'm on my side 


Cheek to the snow and the other inundated with keys and coins unspent 






___  




"Just as Elijah and Moses begin to depart from the scene, 


 Peter begins to ask Jesus if the disciples should make three tents for him and the two prophets.  


This has been interpreted as Peter's attempt to keep the prophets there longer. 


 But before Peter can finish, a bright cloud appears, and a voice from the cloud states: 


 "This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him" (Mark 9:7).  


The disciples then fall to the ground in fear, but Jesus approaches and touches them, telling them not to be afraid. 


 When the disciples look up, they no longer see Elijah or Moses.




When Jesus and the three apostles are walking down the mountain,  one guy gives him shreds of shelter wool to wrap his feet from the ice: traction.


Jesus tells them to not tell anyone  that the supervisor knows that fentanyl was incense in the shit room.


"the things they had seen"  


until the "Son of Merde" has risen from the dead." 


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Refuge in a steel box spared me from obliteration,  shhhh wind now a whipsaw velocity that decapitated the picnic manger on Tabor where the pilgrims wear shorts in the snow 


Wind sharpened to molecular carbide on Crown Point 


Wind pushed the balsa fronds of fir out of the tundra without spite other than the smite of man and his sheetrock lairs 


Following channels of cement like a pinball game, no hindrance other than balconies for viewing past the megaTV 


Rootballs of trunk lollipops, for to rest parallel invites nature a new lease 


This is the only law 


Decay, and sublimation to moss, thrush, worm, and badger  


Out of storage, the leftovers feed mouths ravenous, molting, hurry in study too occupied to hunt cook and tablecloth, too inundated with progress for the sake of shaping a menu 


To serve satin sickness 


Go climb a fallen giant and find the nests before they are sold below in thrift stores 


Go log a look 


Witness the inundation of earth fighting back, reflexive, her kneecap jerk as automatic as a catapult from the rubber mallet of Dr. man 


Freezing rain slows the dinosaur glop in our engines, we feast on Old Food from the unpowered fridge, reaching by candlelight and memory of what was deposited last Odin's day


Last Mars day, last Freya's day 


Daresay Thorsday 


There is no bearing on the compass to guide a lost bloated contagion of capitalism 


The wax expends into bee sweat as fire reaps wick 


Glaciers peninsula our shallow tastes down to bedrock 


Where pilings hold not for long, and launch platforms commiserate escape from our inundation with self destruction, in Latin fairy tales with plastic slabs of lamb, sung with tinsel jingles 


Hide behind the sequoia, it melts too under a hiccup from the Gorge 


Wy'east and Pashto take it in stride, magma boiling in their cauldrons kept at bay under a loose sternwheeler that glides upstream to memaloose 


It's talk, that's All 


The wind inundated with power poles and copper lassoes and sturgeon magnets in a maelstrom symphony crescendo 


It's sex with beyond death on a tee shirt and sponsor, that tale of cerebus Grendel


It's a high point in sea level mentality, that folded ship made of diplomas 


A helado dripping down the fist running from the bull 


We run and the caterpillar gazas us in holy pauper view 


Sic pay per view, that's how clever drips congregate  


If there's any radiating glory, it's Hanford and folly 


It's Martin Luther Kaepernick doing knee bends to cheerleaders of every flavor 


Sacrilegious sanctimony and silly potion pedigrees 


Frost heaves the homeless to safety, from tailback, from rear guard, from tackle 


That's religion. 


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2023

FLB 

Tuesday, June 25, 2024

Remembering summers on swale creek

 

 

Swale Creek Klickitat County Washington . Years of poems written there haven't been copied or published online. Typewriter printed, laptop printed , arranged by year, yes. 



   Summertime slime. There were some deep pools where the slime didn't grow. 4-5 feet deep, shady and cool. We had a giant butterfly floatie one summer. It was heaven on earth. 


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Wednesday, June 19, 2024

False deductions abound

 A thing or condition is provided for 

To improve or conversely alter its state 

 say a superfund site  that can't grow tomatoes but is great for condos

A field is tilled to enable plants to provide food 

An insect pollinates for desired effect but also to feed 

The beaver has a goal and lifestyle 

That's easy deduction and observation true or not

 A thing is neglected to likewise improve or alter it's condition 

That's the no effort zen mode

Scrutinize The tough love of a marine father 

The crow kicked from the nest 

The kitten made fend for itself 

Thick skin and a resume in the arts of survival 

The bonsai pruned by wind and shear 

Over much study can lead to a sloth of the body

It needs cartwheels rolling in grass down hills it needs scaped knees and a throat sore from screaming 

Or singing or not sore 

From elixir or from breath in frost air 

The beaver choose the tree to fell 

Somehow it determines the lodge construction 

And which terrain to flood 

Years of watching them may offer clues and research or may end up in arguments with others pushing their contrary thoughts 

If we aren't positioned to thrive

From birth, from childhood, perhaps it isn't so bad 

If we're accustomed to second helpings 

Invest in a belt factory and trouser alteration store 

Didn't you get enough 

Parent so as to go without the eternity of life after pre school 

Didn't sitter give you the breast formula and teach how to catch an eye 

I use geometry ever moment

My algebra is a c cup half empty

My basic math stands up in the checkout line at the used auto dealership 

Humans daily stare at others staring at the reflections of flint and evolving pointed projectiles 

Every thesis has an antithesis and the new normal is smoke signals or no natural gas stoves 

We didn't know crawling leads to standing leads to walking leads to running leads to spaceships infesting the cosmos with videos of dog tricks and how to make other people like you while hating or adoring oneself 



 





Sunday, June 16, 2024

Pardon us (2014)

  

pardon my mr president

pardon my friends

pardon yer enemies

pardon us, sir

pardon the thugs

pardon the poopheads and  bootlickers

pardon the ceos and the crack whackers

pardon us sir mister bigshot warchief

pardon the religions in their hoily boodle battles

pardon drones pre-preemptive emptying,

pardon our french ticklers from witchita

pardon your bloody rose garden, space of aids, & waiting lines for prostheses

        at the ungoverned VA museum of unforgivable torsos

pardon notions of blemishes vanquished

pardon justices unimpeachable in their salient crimes

pardon the unmansionables in tent cities, car camps, under bridges, in peesmell doorways

pardon the poor if they don't pardon us

when we are part and parcel of policy

&waved wands, signed edicts, and loaves of bread all compete for a clean slate,


pardon the anger

hard (on itself

Friday, June 14, 2024

Forsooth, the narwhale (2017)

 

poetry forsooth floats human harbor's better

   climes, amid dank dredging's sea-baptized

detritus, whittled perspective wood -shredders,

   saw quohog & seasoned salts, capsized;


poetry forsooth fleets flounder schools sleeker,

   able to jet unjittered---- thru coral razors

in sentence bubbles ......evasion's art meeker

   as bait glows or feigns, hiding small lasers;


poetry forsooth claws nebulae from the net

   allowing humans to catch what gods only get

rare trappings of mind, as prescient yet

   drapes flesh over horizon, a personal pet;


   poetry forsooth clams all Thing all so deep,

   butter bay washings, my chowder of sleep.






12-15-17

mt tabor Oregon


Thursday, June 13, 2024

Stay in bed the day reflects

  

Repository posits story 

Play things outgrown 

Melancholy totems witness 

*

She brought me thanksgiving food 

As I stayed at the cheap motel 

Cheap being $80 night 

Comfort gravy mattress hot bath 

I hugged her all the way back to her ride there some friends car 

Years and years I never saw my kids 

On any holiday, not on their birthdays 

As bones features grew and hair changed by dye or piercings their face 

To fit in whatever clique

At least it ain't vagabond

Material needs they got task jobs for 

Dog walking burger floor cleaning 

Showing up on time 

Photos and artwork give thanks 

Years years eternal showcase family harmony 

Not the warmest word repository

For heart bedding pillow magic lazy giggles 

Boxes sort out the crayons unused 

We didn't use crayons much 

Our avante garde creation kitchen lab 

School sent a few home with glued together construction hearts 

Fond found findings america

Who knew the starving pilgrims needed new socks and tofurky 

The tables turned upset 

Put out to pasture piece by piece the old rocker warps  

The pie sweetens pumpkin never apple 

The crust could be flakier but not today 

It's almost juneteenth solstice 

Baby ain't a baby unless they say so 

I'm fine with leftovers

Best service since they made toast for mom and me and brought it up our long wooden stairs so proud 

One kid opening the door

The other balancing the delivery tray 

Toast crumbs dabbed up with the fingertip from the saucer 

Until every morsel consumes 



The chemtrail its cliche disperse 

Crow bitch over blackberry tentacles

Hurries the piss as discreet as allowed

School rainbow almost-summer gear on the grounds 

I pick up the smallest trash 

Torn corners from opened junk food granola juice bags 

It fades plastic joining plastic

Poem a dog shit repository finding home 

The aerosol into treeline projects

By contrast beautiful my crayon succinct 








SE PDX 




Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Bull nose cat (2018)

 grant and i work the pond in the canoe,

fishing for catfish and bass,

mom sunbathes on a blanket on the shore,

the back of the mazda open with her picnic ready,

once she grades twenty more bluebooks,

once we land the big fish or need root beer,

hope it isn't braunschweiger sandwiches

maybe it is peanut butter pickle relish mayo and lettuce

her perfect bread makes up for middle,

we hike the woods and look for morels or feathers,

jump the soggy trail patches, climb sandstone,

pull the tube socks up and get thru brambles,

bull nose catfish not much there

toss them on the bank says gordon and marty

but i can't. 




2018 

Portland 


Friday, June 7, 2024

Son of Dean son of Dean son of Freeman

   

He was young by some standards , 

33 and his wife 23, she sedated for birth, his whiskey at home 7 miles away 

But the stonewall tavern and art department office just a mile from hospital 

I don't know what he did how he spent that day prior, how he paced 

Or did sketches or whether he spoke to his sister betty her 3 boys all out of diapers mostly

I'll maybe never know 

I have some few photos of soon after my birth, stories from her perspective 

His take on it who knows 

His father Dean visited our home 

Drove from Austin

I guess by himself 1967 my mom's mom was there too, those photos are among my favorites  

Dorothy and Dean Senior 

Holding baby me, Dean born in 1884

My ancient grandfather from apache land 

My grandma Champlin from Enid 

Niece to Oil but down to earth smarts 

Tiny me 

Burned arm from grabbing mom's coffee 

I sported that scar my right arm past fifth grade until hair came in.  

Good sport

I know dad was proud 

He was always proud of me 

Other than puking in front of Dorothy when I came home drunk 

1984, they made me quit my busboy job 

I worked at IGA grocery bagging food 

I could easily borrow cases of beer 

It wasn't such a radical departure 

from 2 years at the steak house 

Dad was always proud of me best tennis player my age, good grades, girlfriends lots of friends, friendly to his friends. A good reflection on his fathering and genes and name. 

What did he do awaiting my birth 

If he's not busy these days 

I should go ask. 


                      * 

What was Dean Sr. doing Pomona California in 1934 while dad was born 

He was 50 I used to think that was ancient 

For becoming a father I suppose 

Pacing, coming up with a name 

For his son 

He'd been married before but dean was deans last son  

Black coffee he didn't smoke 

Hydrologist knew water 

It breaks then she takes off her apron 

They drive to the hospital 

Take a nap around Time magazine 

More  Life magazine coffee 1934 


                          * 

What was Freeman doing in Kingston New Mexico when he was born 

Hiding under the house 

As Apache raided town 

The first white child born in the mining town 

1882 there was no hospital 

There wasn't much house 

Houses if not that day 

We're burnt in months to come  

Gotta wind grandfather clock

Still miners came, mark twain came, ed doheny was dirt poor there, jesse james

Grandpa Dean was born under siege 

If not the very moment

In his first weeks of birth they did hide 

As the owners came thru said who the hell are you in our woods by our creek on our mountain  

Try a sedative for that 

His infant cries of birth must have echoes for miles welcoming apache that hunted there for centuries, centuries, centuries, and centuries 

It's not silver lining or embellished 

Centuries of primal existence 

No epidural is gonna work 

Pain accompanies life, birth springs and carries pain  and placer gold

                       *

Freeman was born too 1832 

Conesville New York

That guy York wasn't there to help much, across the pond dead 

His daddy's daddy's daddy dad took it from the dutch who took it from mohawk who took it from nature and were birthed by nature  

Past is prologue 

Throw another stump on the fire 

I'm going to check on how the spaceship core is doing  

The fremen gather the water

The oligarchs are raiding the nursery again for eggs, go hide 

It's Time she says 

            It sounds familiar 







Thursday, June 6, 2024

Follow soot

  

That zeppelin guy lugging around 

The branches on his sepia back, that's death. Fuel dies and coals wane 

It's still a top seller 

Kindling wood, beach party isn't the same without a trojan hero on a pyre 

I cremated my ginormous dog Klondike (after he died) 

A malamute over 150 pounds 

I owned half of 80 acres in unimpeachable wooded country 

I built the pyre correctly, it blazed for hours and I fed it to accomplish my task 

That zeppelin guy, it would have taken ten or twenty such loads 

I used not just twigs branches but oak heartwood  split fir, alder, ash 

There's more Klondike left on the swale Creek shore than home that our forbearers built 

Earned materials from working on the Alaska pipeline 

Destined to demolition in spite 

Of spite and city ignorance. 

Life is a hobby some ignite to warm their flickering soul, 

Only years later know the value 

Of children raised, fed, gardens nourished with soot. 


 





Wednesday, June 5, 2024

Pig Spanish

 Sessanta siete ahora ma non ancora 

Que es yet questo es me problema 

Tiene tiempo e no denaro 

Non e mucho 

Yo guapo ma vecchio e poverino 

Habla como un touristo gringo con Fuego en la Boca 

Esto Stupido a comprehende 

Yo dimenticare Todo importante 

Un avocado sans agua sul hades 

Esta muy gringo me oresidente es basura in merde zapatos 

E oantalones hecho a la Nina's tres annos 

Sperante Nuevo parole ovos 

Plata e morado Spero che Italiano comida e comer en San Cristobal 

Suenos e Morto en El treno 

Conosco un Oklahoma hombre 

Cantare con un arbol e mariposa 

El Camino para Stupido es en el banyo 

Con Neruda e un caballo en la Luna  



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You'd fail roses are red violence is blue 

You'd send valentines to amazon collect

You'd forget where you were born 

Some don't know violets is pink 

And delivered by ambivalence 

To every wrong armpit address 

You wouldn't know a clown suit if it was whipped cream pie 

You'd dance on a grave for knee pain 

The smaller the bone fragments the crunchier the limo tour 

You wouldn't know effort

If it whistled in the pines pining 

You wouldn't have ever been born other than fate and plans and dreams 




SE PDX 






June 4th Tiananmen

  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1989_Tiananmen_Square_protests_and_massacre

"The Tiananmen Square protests, known in China as the June Fourth Incident" 

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That's what I thought 



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"Police on Monday took away Sanmu Chen on a street in Causeway Bay, a busy Hong Kong shopping district, close to a park that for decades hosted an annual vigil to mourn the victims of the 1989 crackdown. 

 Before officers approached Chen, he mimed the action of drinking in front of a police van.  

He also appeared to be drawing or writing something in the air."  



On the same day last year, Chen was also detained by police around the same area after chanting  

“Hong Kongers, do not be afraid.  

Don’t forget tomorrow is June 4.”  


For decades, the vigil in Hong Kong’s Victoria Park 

 used to draw thousands of people each June 4 to remember the crackdown, 

 during which government troops opened fire  

on student-led pro-democracy protesters, 

 resulting in hundreds,  

if not thousands, 



 dead.


"But the vigil has vanished under the censorship Oligarchs nourish.  

Google ain't a friend unless you coddle Authoritarian Rule and allow their spies into America, both in technology, and espionage in personal harassment, renditions, killings of anyone opposing a world order of totalitarianism. 


Private police stations run by Chinese in America is documented.  

Of course, we allow Turkey, Russia, Israel, Saudi Arabia the same sadist dachas to torture or entertain, protected from US law. "




"NEW YORK (AP) — Two men were arrested Monday on charges that they helped establish a secret police station in New York City on behalf of the Chinese government, 

 and about three dozen officers with China's national police force were charged with using social media to harass dissidents inside the United States, ...Apr 17, 2023"

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"name and shame parties" 

 

Pop the Cork 


Other Spy

  


Fuck "other." 


Ignore. 

 




How we relate

 

I play fiddle, mere feet away flowers

She arranges largely looking away 

 I steal a glance as they say 

Our reflection gathers as one portrayed 

 I should not let on  our eyes sometimes meet 

We smile red handed I'm near the street 

She's sometimes moves further but facing me better 

The palest of skin    crepe paper    thin 

Mine holding violin under my chin 

I've little business the fancy food pricey 

I'm richly rewarded just melody making 

Entranced without entering seldom speaking 

Every one likes you she said very  kindly 

I'm so out of practice I need reminding 

I'll tune up my act and shower interest 

Younger most certainly that's not my business  

It's not inappropriate to look in her eyes 

Not only thru panes wall sized 

She notices me how can't she

What she hears I'm not sure 

But sees people tip me or smiles mature 

Maybe I'll chance it if not a date

At least more chatting see how we relate 





SE Portland 




Tuesday, June 4, 2024

Ahab Boromir stove

                             *

    Boromir for his father fell

Amid fellowship syncline, thus lucifer their stumble advertised 

In clarion indiscretion 

           The gnostic parable


Orc and Prince the same tuned lyre

          Pride obey his mealy soul 


Movie tells as much 

To deny is complicity

 Shallow ring lust  wears our all.

                           *

Know ye the name, story 

Without climb? Sea stories ride greater 

                             Whale;


not adversary nor antagonist desist,

swim amid swell, find fellowship

           nor blubber dinner 


              Choice not flank 


Not choice flank nor upper rank 

          Boromir ahab stove.  

                              *


Gollum not queequeg history tooth filed by scale, under waterfalls dremel  

As time is known our hobby age 

         A bone in throat or one 

Thru the nose two kings high low 

Chase same in rage 

            Precious a jewel eye frames,

            The chase defines man 


Queequeg nobility; his casket bobs past the end, his means razor kind 

Gollum his scramble no gambit his fellowship honestly lurid  


The way shown exact this price

Only cannibal known....expect worst device 


                           * 


Strider alone and Las Lego  survive 

The hobbit bandit, mortality elves away glide 

    Starbuck flaw: craven to man's law, Achilles also one weak link define all 

Stand up or plow under 

Ishmael to story endure 

                  Bend or snap.

Bookmarked in volume quaint 

geriatric domesticity eats with preserves 

No shire in ocean 

man harbors cruelty a troll serving men 

Shark, whale, dolphin, orca all kin 

Blooded warm or cold 

Born alive, live in concentric chase 

Tale tail heads up, voyage erased  


                       * 


Borrow more burrow more 

One stop hero store 

Me a deer, I Roe myself 

Far, a long long game of Pun. 

Syncline once dinosaurs trod,

Level ground not slanted 

Story provides.

Kennewick man beneath mud hid, 

Chinese redhaired six foot

Seal his belly deal sealed. 

Earth shook, thus syncline bookshelf incline reclined, defined unsteady 

The goblet slid 

Wizard capped his noggin in a nightcap 

Wine hospitably dram sized. Nailed to mast the doubloon everyheart its Andes wobbled 

Gold precious worthless unless packing a tooth from sweets long unsupervised 

The Pharisee discreet aboard smuggled mercenary, sauron his hoards promised gruel slop and birth from war hammock pigskin

Harvey Weinstein their model I'm told delicious couch casting on prisons lead floors 

Is overmuch reflection 

Reductive for savor, to gloat what evil once fed is after caught, vilified? 

Ask pope, ask Harry Potter, trans-fixing profiteers try changing klannish sheets to profit Quoth the Raven, Evermore 

Archetypes mother elucidate 

No need oratory brow beating debate 

Well rounded no fable

Sheds RAAIN sans gable 

Lewis and Clark and Alice and Squanto the Mad Hatter Know. 

Baroque frosting the scone shun 

Dipped in ginormous aplomb 

Send me Tahiti a place far away 

My internal dictionary Smaug slay 

Metaphors mixed like races with sailors 

Sea glass Lahinas lady traces 

Fire can't erase tho volcano give a go 

Growing flippers to tread Darwin 

As Florida bans drag shows 

Waterfront fleet in faggy white britches polish their medals and court lasses 

What do I know I snooze by the skunk

More often I'm lessoned in grog slam dunk 

Yo Ho pirate jenny STD aplenty 

Noah two by two used coconut glue to marry twain settlers 

Guiness world records atop everest in a seed bank glacier deleted best intentions 

No savings time rollback Darwin afforded 

Catch 22 damned if you don't if you should you won't Grant Lee pardon kant  

Obscure, tough taco, back to philosophy basics   MRE pemmican 

and water bullrun