this girl thinks
she is scamming
that guy who keeps
her in booze & sushi /
she she she doesn’t care
about him what a fool
whatever happens later
hey big spender
she gets to eat Maki drink saké
for free /
she she she doesn’t know
when he grins at her
across the sticky table
he sees her pink & raw
rolled up tight
on his plate waiting to be
chopsticked waiting for
his teeth his tongue
rice is pure not her /
he knows everything
about Sushi Girl is fishy
he doesn’t care
she gives it away
for free free free
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I, as a bystander witnessed you bustling
in the whirlwind of social vows.
Intersection of our eyes had you piercing
into mine with such indemnity, fuse
of our anthem was fixed on parchment
of this pledge, composing our quodlibet.
Coupling needs another acoustic.
Evaluating emotional postmortems are akin
to moping about not snagging one more portion
of entremets at the previous night’s wing-ding.
Palilogy of pleasure is for some.
I have lived with varmints.
Other side of The Severn Bridge wandering.
I’ve been banned & thrown out
of so many places now…
it’s getting ridiculous & funny!
In one Town in Middle England
they had the police escort us
from Traveller Site into the Centre
just to sign & cash our Giros,
so we could afford enough diesel to leave.
I always return, at least once,
just to remind them how cute I fucking am.
Wombling away the night-time
‘Picking up things that the everyday folks
haven’t locked up or nailed down’
A-tatting and ‘Ra-Ra-Rag-Bone-ing’
the hungover, early afternoons.
My terrier’s name is ‘Get Off My Land’
she makes the Old Dears go ‘Aww’
and open their coin-purses faster
when I shopfront-busk harmonica.
There’s a charm and a wild beauty
in always a-roving and a-rambling.
Though the trail through the villainous day
be treacherous and ‘Hard As Nails’
But, it’s the custom for this Welsh Pikey…
‘Here’s Me Hand & Here’s Me Heart’
for I would not have it any other way.
“Every day I look at the computer
and cry,” she said
Then she went to a candlelight vigil
for some group or other
and I considered whether
to relapse on drugs
or write something down
It seems to me
by the time we figure out
who should go to which bathroom
we will all have been lined up
Big T will have it all sewn up
and the candlelight vigils
will be for our fallen.
in the meniscus
into the dire waiting faces
think what you will
and the 40 hour
of suicide cults
in the name of
I have drawn a picture
no conclusions, just this single
which I will tear into strips
and try to eat in under
the dark so full
and bear traps
and torn labrums
of international shipping
at the bottom
of the stymied
My cheeks are as clear
as a baby’s bottom.
I have a friend in Chile
he says he’s gonna take me hiking
when I go visit.
I also have a friend in Germany.
He says people cut their hair themselves there.
They are individualists
and they talk about Shakespeare
while doing their laundry, like, I know
I’ve got a very global
perspective, it just comes
I feel terribly for those people starving
all over the place
and I wish there was something I could
do about it
and the bombs and killing and I mean
why do people have to
fight all the time?
Why can’t they just
they’d surely feel a lot
I work part time at the co-op grocery store
so I can buy my American Spirit cigarettes
which I smoke between classes
at the foot of the Cesar Chavez statue
who did so much for the
people from Peru.
I’m a comparative religion major
with a minor in poetry
as you can see from my dread locks I have a
very rebellious soul.
Look at me
walking down 4th Avenue
toward the Moon Coffee Shop
and wallow in the glow of my humility.
watching the snow
from the second floor
a bar, a reading, Christmas presents
in the window, strings of lights above the frame
today it was confirmed
I knew it was coming
laid off in a few weeks
this is the second, maybe the third
year in a row that I’m rolling the same scenario
I think over unemployment past
it seems to come with the winter
it seems now to come more frequently
2000 was high on the hog
working twenty hours, funemployment
if you will. I was making more money
than I’d ever made, I guess that was
the good old days now
05 was a fucking mess
no part time jobs, benefits had been cut
you did your best to stretch and pay
the rent while living out of bars
12 was running full speed
a season on the road milking
a severance package, figuring
it would all come together
it never did
14 it was grilled cheese
twice a day, an indian buffet
for a treat, a box of wine a week
and an unfinished novel
four people living in a one
Last year it was living off
a princely sum for selling off
a nice jazz collection
last year it was losing my mind
my moorings, there was no way to sit still
today john glenn died, rather than
wonder what’s next, I think about
past america’s, the one trump
wants to resurrect, the one you can’t
resurrect. there seems to have
been a future once, we looked at stars
other worlds, even the working
class had optimism, each generation
building off the last. those dreams
now seem so far away
Consider my mother still working
two jobs at 62, she raised me on social
security after my dad died, she put
herself through school at the same time
if that was an option now, it won’t be anymore
she deserves better, we all do
Still I wonder what happened to those dreams
if anyone still dreams them
a Edward Bellamy world
A Eugene Debs world
a new deal world
a new frontier world
instead we get nightmares
instead we get the dawn of 1984