You’re just trying to have a good time enjoying the music. They tell you that all the crazies like to congregate on the field in a quasi mosh pit of sweat and flesh. A few of the crazy manage to work their way up to the nosebleed section to shatter your tranquil peace. Hey, you’re at Citi FieldContinue reading “NAKED GUY (haibun)”
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CHEAP MOTEL IN BERKELEY
Waking up in a cheap motel in Berkeley is weird enough. The Indian food I had for dinner the night before is throwing a hootenanny in my intestines. That Chicken Masala was heaven going in but there is a price to be paid. I look about the room and see 5 other people laying about. There’s someoneContinue reading “CHEAP MOTEL IN BERKELEY”
THE ELECTRIC JIMMY SWAGGART ACID TEST
It can be really intense when you take acid and I’m not talking about fake shit. I mean reality and real intensity. There was one time when I dosed with a few friends. It was good liquid about 250 mikes a hit. I indulged in two hits. We were restless so someone go the bright idea to cruise overContinue reading “THE ELECTRIC JIMMY SWAGGART ACID TEST”
DELIRIOUS LIGHTNING
The music at the Peach Festival was always unreal. Every band brings their A game and you just expect magic. The Claypool Lennon Delirium was on fire. But it was a dark overcast day. The clouds kept getting darker as the music progressed. Off in the distance, you could see bolts of lightning flashing. Maybe it was just the acid butContinue reading “DELIRIOUS LIGHTNING”
STREETWALKER
She was a street walker by all accounts She had a plastic rose pitifully shedding petals proudly adorned in her hair But she did have moxie and an awareness of diners At her recommendation I found an old school diner serving greasy breakfast fair As it was only fair and I alone to boot IContinue reading “STREETWALKER”
GATEKEEPERS
I owe nothing to the gatekeepers of poetry those self appointed self important twits who took it upon their own slender shoulders to dictate the world of poetry for all the rest of us rubes I owe nothing to the gatekeepers of poetry who infect the pure spirit of the bountiful human well who tryContinue reading “GATEKEEPERS”
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