Monday, September 30, 2013


Um, ok, too.

“I’m not
I’m just
resting my eyes”

has come to

“I didn’t roll
my eyes, I
just opened
them widely.”

Okay.  Fine.

So today I
will work
on for.  To
morrow against.

Sunday, September 29, 2013


Um, ok.

With blackberry fruitiness
and a chocolaty mouth-
feel, he whispered “Please
sit, so that I can give you

blow job.”  It was a demand.
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their sexuality.  I
guess I guess I
guess.  Or I’m
guessing.  But

I’m not voting.
I wouldn’t know
what I was voting
for or against.

Saturday, September 28, 2013


Jphega s===== equals John Asheberry

This is never to be spoken again.
This is hush hush.


Friday, September 27, 2013


It was a day like any other, torn from the register.
                                                      —Jphja s=====

But what I have here is.  Oh well.  The fan.  I’d
say I want a mint julep with that.  And I will.
Say it, that is.  I say a lot of things.  Especially
on days like today.  I

wake up, it’s a new generation.  Meaning
everyone in this generation took everyone
in that generation soooo seriously.
Which is 2 true.

Thursday, September 26, 2013


Wendy Pepper Is An Apple Cider

This was just so retro,
and therefore and also,
this was just so meta:
enfolding, as it always does, over
(and seeping into) the marginal.
It was the new way of writing
(or something to that effect)
and no one was going to stop her now
that it had exploded so...
Endward and forever, thought Edward.
Until the archeologists
dust off their fans,
each and all awaiting agape and akimbo,
at outposts numbered 1, 2, 3, &c.,
and various other locations
within the boundaries
of the suspects:
Leaking Desert #8, Leaking Desert #27, Leaking Desert #&c.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013


                                Otherwise we’d only have
looking forward to look forward to.
                                             —John Ashbery

In 2014, I’m in a really nice, mellow mood
watching the dogwalkers on Russian Hill
and reflecting on my doctor’s meeting,
his comment – But you seem to be man-
aging it so well – and realizing, with
some joy, that he could have been
referring to anything.

I walk in the rain with Otto this morning,
his big umbrella that used to be mine, but
today we share it – over both of us.

How long have I lived in this singular spot?  Be-
sides home, in Hometown, which was
sixteen odd years.  Curran and I live
on O’Farrell Street, across from the
Kaiser Hospital emergency room entrance;
and this for nearly two whole years. 
So that must be the new record.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013


It Has Been Just the Craziest Time!

He sort of folded over when he said
it, his big grin disappearing into the
fold.  When he came to, but only
for a moment, he slurred “Recovery
is going to be so much fun!  I’m
making an art project out of it!”

Monday, September 23, 2013


It’s Been Too Long

Where to begin?  I had to throw the
saucepan away.  Overboiling.

The new routines are working okay.
But I really need to start getting myself

somewhere else.  My list gets check-
marks, like, tons.  But who rocks

my world now?  There was one long
body, the other day, people like

Anne Waldman.  I was trying to
remember backhanded compliment

and all I could remember was hand.
We went to bed all alone last night

and it was so pleasant.  Nobody to
tackle.  Nothing to do but sleep.

Sunday, September 22, 2013


The people who know me
know that I have clicked
fourteen times on this link.
To click a link is not caca
phony.  It is more like a
clang.  The clang of click
ing a link.

At breakfast I ate our
host’s link sausages.
Each and all, they
were quite delicious.

Friday, September 20, 2013


The Look of Love Is in Your Eyes

I dropped four eggs on the floor.
It was a new record.  And trust me,

I totally get why nobody has the
time to wait for me to finish a

sentence.  My generation is
dying, so there isn’t any time.

Also, time is money.
I have never prepared

bacon like this.  It’s
the kind that comes

in a square package.
In lots of (at least

seemingly) un
structured chunks.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013


Fear In Public

Let’s all get well soon,
okay?  I don’t think
anyone wrote that.
I mean I don’t even
think.  I mean.  (sorry)

I am pretty sure that
some of the things
that I type in this
box make my
aunt’s blood
pressure sky

The pigeons
on the roof
are bathing.

The pigeons
on the roof
are sunbathing.

Maybe it’s just
me.  But one
can never be
too sure.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013


Ryan has a tendency to get distracted when he smokes.

Decorate the boots at the end of this sentence.

Monday, September 16, 2013


Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire!

do u feel bad when the
truth hurts?  things get
tangled up a lot.  science
is sometimes as subjective

as the next guy.  summed
up, all of the lines in his
face equals the master
template of i am happy

and i feel sheer, even
giddy joy as he pumps his
long-time buddy’s
chest with an ice pick

over and over and
over and over and
over and over while
encamped at the base

of mauna loa.
forensic anthro
pology is the
study of the
lines in my
face.  in

who appears
in the souvenir
when every
thing else
has been

Sunday, September 15, 2013


and now for something...

i’m so sorry.  i’m so sorry.
i’m so sorry.  i’m so sorry.

i’m so sorry that it is imp-
ossible for me NOT to

apologize to you.  i’m so
headache headache

throw-up throw-up
bruise and scratch

and protection
from a broken

leg-bone head-bone
wrist-bone heart-bone

eye-bone ear-bone
bright white lights

of the city and i am
so so sorry.  good

bye alpha bravo
charlie i’m so

very sorry.  good
bye alpha.  good

bye bravo.  good
bye goodbye charlie.

hawaiian airlines.

Sunday, September 08, 2013


striving for a
pretty much
the goal.

Saturday, September 07, 2013



sorry for yelling.  oh no.
do you really mean to ask
what is your daily word
count?  i should share
where i got that?  you
threw a party and only
one person showed up?
oh no.  i mean.  you
threw a party and
one person came.
woohoo!     ?
or you just
threw up

Friday, September 06, 2013


I now remember who rocked my world in there.
It was your wonderful smile.  I’m not sure what
to do about that, though.

Besides, here in the box, the new routines are
at work; are probably working.  Let me pick up a
book to demonstrate (I show you).

I think my thumbs up.  The use of the word molly.
She was my great-grandmother and taught me
how to play dominoes and wa-hoo.

Thursday, September 05, 2013


It Was Worth a Try (That Did Not Succeed)

What I’m trying to say here is that we can
easily talk about what we’re doing –

within what we’re doing. 
Maybe some of us not so easily.

The new routines.  While here.  Finished.
The same day?  Hello.  And I must.

Where we live.  Because of this morning’s
work gig.  Gym in forever.  Went home

yesterday, 5:30pm.  Take the day off
again.  Today I will concentrate.

Hello, mermaids are real!  I saw them on
Animal Planet.

Wednesday, September 04, 2013


the music was boring and insightful
                                   —Joshua Beckman

Meaning takes on many different forms.  Like meaning-
less.  And meaninglessness.  Among other variants.  Let’s
say, for example, that I am two thousand years old and
am experiencing an anniversary of sorts.  To keep it from
being dull, I walk to my fellow anniversarent’s office.  It
gets very complicated, so I won’t go into that.  Let’s just
use the word awkward. 

Breathe in, eventually.  Sorry.

Saturday went kind of fast.  We had a reading with a
very nice voice.  There was a good presence.  Then
we messed around with our iPods, creating playing
lists, etc.  Then we stayed the night at a birthday
party.  We got the celebutante a princess purse 
(since it was a princess party) filled with
tickets to the circus.

I just got off the phone.  I don’t think he liked his

We all slept a bit on the floor, in sleeping
bags that were just purchased for the occasion.
And then Sunday morning we all walked home
in the mist, stopping three times along the way:
first, at Starbucks, of course; then, to watch
Prince Charles’ entourage head for the top of
Nob Hill (he and Camilla are in town,
apparently staying at the Four Seasons);
and lastly, to check out a tiny half a million 
dollar condo across the street from where
we live,

which is a peach of a place, much cheaper
than a half a million dollars.  Later we had
dim sum at Lychee Garden, walked around
North Beach, North Point, Polk Street,
and watched Naruto episodes.  We
had a lovely dinner (home cooked!)
and both went to bed early for work.

Tuesday, September 03, 2013


I’m Your Hero

Maybe I should try a
French movie from the
1950s.  That’s all I really

Last night.  Drinks at
Kimo’s with Kim.
Watching a hustler
get arrested.  Or
handcuffed.  He
said he was being
‘checked out’  ....

I walked to work
this morning
(arrived at
5:15am), the
first person at
Starbucks!  A
lovely walk
that went
without a

Prince is
ever since
the new
started.  His
anymore are
a blur (not

Monday, September 02, 2013


I spent a lot of time reading
in Union Square this week.
Coffee keeps coming up.
It dawns on me now
that dancing grumpily
(grumpy-dancing) is
such a waste of time.

In November I am
so very tired I just
want to lie down
somewhere.  I
put in fifty or
so hours every
week, which I am
constantly either
complaining about
or bragging about.

It dawns on me now
that this is a complete
waste of time.

Apparently, I was
once performing a
series of what I called
Wicked Sonnets.  That’s
what’s been keeping me
super busy.  Plus the
year-end reviews
next week.

I had a turkey burger
for lunch.