Hidden balls
My brother told me that he thinks his girlfriend broke up
with him because she was on her first yeast infection in
years and she was irritated, along with this he had just
switched condoms, spermicide. And he thought that the poison
leaching into her womb was disturbing her chemicals.
My brother is at the university of southern California
studying western medicine. His girl friend is down at Venice
beach somewhere studying eastern medicine, acupuncture and
holistic medicine.
They met at a coffee shop inquiring about those
differences. A group of guys studying science and a group of
girls studying theory. All applying it in aims to cure pain
and suffering.
Tonight I'm drinking a 40 and packing to visit my girlfriend
in new York. She's a painter studying biology. I'm a writer
studying biology.
I have an Arabian friend I talk with a lot. He lives in a
town 60 minutes north of me. which is a far distance when
there are no cars. But I talk with him constantly. In our
relationship he is a writer not writing and studying
philosophy, while I am a writer writing studying science. We
load up thought guns and smear each other's brains against
the walls.
In this world no one really knows a thing and we simply
juxtapose ourselves according to our surrounding. We are a
bouncing, a revolving ball, screaming whatever it takes for
the rotation in front of us to make sense.
nothing
He said to introduce pain into the relationship. said that
would liven up a dull doll
He was wrestling with a virgin at the time
At night when I sleep in trees the monkeys squeal.
I listen to them.
It's simple.
They tell each other of impeding danger. or issues of
territoriality.
I'm not sure.
Anyway, I'm wondering how to tell you than life is strange
and the only rule of it is that you have to define your
rules and be happy with them.
I'm just in a stand still mood right now where everything is
waiting.
I don't feel like trying very hard.
Jack-off
I don't understand what I'm supposed to be doing at these
times.
What am I supposed to be doing?
Meaning troubles me over like a tea kettle.
I guess I'll jack off for a few minutes and then decide what
to do.
How about that?
Always feel a little silly after that. but I've washed my
hands and cleaned up.
And now what?
I should be working now. People should be working. Taking
their minds or these things.
America works the best when it's populace is well sedated.
That's true. don't argue with me.
Don't forget about the fact that you're alive and you
possess absolute freedom, the most intensely beautiful thing
when actualized.
There's so much to do and there's nothing to do. there's
everything to do. I've just sent off a resume to work on
blood parasites in bird populations in the Colorado Rockies,
that should occupy some time and thought. But the role of
the cursed is thought. Like a bacteria culture provided with
abundant resources my thoughts will grow, no matter what.
Writing one line poems on ann arbor walls at night drunk
with no friends.
Why not.
I get sick of sitting in my room at night reading books
wondering what I'm supposed to be doing in this.
It's close to 6 and I'm a little hungry. Why not eat? That's
something.
Our Secret
When I sat down in the chair with
My enormous bass guitar
I didn't appreciate my friend at the drums
With his great patience with me
"There are always babies floating down the river in August
and how
Are we to remove them?"
Some said a dam. Others wanted to go up river and talk to
the mothers to stop them from tossing their babies in the
river
This quiet clever kid in the back said he could do it with
a net and a baseball bat, wading upstream through the sink
to the source
The hour struck time to go before anyone could come up with
the idea that the fathers were the problem because they were
impregnating the females and whispering in their ears during
their sleep that they should toss the babies in the river
Anyway you look at it the babies are pseudo plankton
But in all actuality we should all take sides on the issue
and toss our thoughts in a random hat.
Preferably Lincoln's stove pipe hat.
It
Bigger
But I want to whisper in pilot's ears that they don't have
to fly everyone to Virginia if they don't want to go to
Virginia. They can go to Mexico, for example, and drink
beers at the beach and smoke fish (to eat).
That's a possibility.
We should exhaust possibilities when random lives are at
stake.
You can leave your wife with nothing
But a pair
Of tennis shoes on your
Feet.
You can write letters and address them to the core of the
earth
I can spin plates on my nose
Like a seal
You can run for president on a ticket with no words. Or be
the blank ballots that don't get turned in.
I think that's a good idea.
Friday Fragment with Gabby
It must have been a Friday
When I walked across the street
From the coffee shop to the kiosk
Stand where the half-bum
Was selling hot dogs and I bought one
That I saw my old-girlfriend
Gabby.
She said my name in the old manner
She used to sing it in
Like nothing had changed,
Like she forgot about the time
I yelled at her and screamed at her
And pushed her down in the street at
Night where snow fell on her
She had on a new coat while
I was getting chili and cheese on my
Hot dog
I didn't say anything about the coat
But when we were together she didn't have
Winter coat and this I couldn't believe
As it gets COLD in michigan
She was mexican but more american
Than that.
She approached me when my back
Was turned and had a wide circular smile
On her face
Her skin was still a combination of
Vanilla and licorice
I took her a few steps and we said
Nothing of the past, of how we met in a
400 person physics lecture hall,
or how she played the violin and
how I was a dope fiend back then
instead we walk a fragment together
and I told her I had bought a hot dog
and we both laughed because it was
obviously funny with chili and cheese
running too far away
but we came to a break in the path
where the sidewalk split in two
and she went right and I went left
and I forgot to say "I'll call you"
or anything like that.
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