COMMUNIST RHAPSODY \ BOHEMIAN ANOMALY

again
i wake up
with freddie mercury

hitting those notes

where my thoughts

could be

& i remember dreaming
of the famous communists
i took to my beach house

i explained coastal erosion

&
tv pc screen resolution

to their fur hat 

& pipe smoking

stereotype

queens greatest hits 

blending organic 

with the tides moon pull

a construed smell of vienna

& the gulls beat of wings

FREEZING IN THE HYPNAGOG STATION

& my thoughts now
they freeze sometimes
they flicker & strobe sometimes

theres purple pixels that flash-jag
in a dancing & geometric
border
sanction
action

its like an old-fi pc crash in there

but theres no plugs to pull
here in the hypnagog station

FIVE OR TEN POPS

1.

this guy sat outside costa

smokes a roll up
fat as his thumb

stirs his coffee
for a full five minutes

stares hard into space

ignores totally
the woman sat with him

and i dont like to judge

but i bet
hes due in court



2a.

i wonder about dying 

and i wonder about not

and i wonder 
bout all the things
i will never know

i hope i wont die behind on my box sets
or
croak
halfway thru
a
balls-out novel
of
addiction and murder



2b.

and in 100yrs
will computers
be thinking liquid 

and hide from us
in the sea ?



3a.

i wake
and smell the day

it smells like shit
that chemical shit

farmers . . .

i start again

i see a robin
in the rosemary patch

i see a dragon fly
on the rose bush pole

and you see the problem is
i dont know what to do
with 
that



3b.

so i write it down

file it
for 
posterity
whatever that is

and i thank lordfuck in heaven
for
gardens

by sitting 
my fleshbag of gas in one
and
staring out my head



4.

and outside
deaths opinion

i wonder dont all weep
in the weakness
of every dawn



5a.

i can write poems

mechanically
apparently

and time was
they were an
olympic event

but please dont ask me 
to understand the gas bills

seemingly
random

list
of

give
and
take



5b.

utility bills
are like 
predictive text

i explain to the cat before breakfast



5c.

imagine if what we paid for a shirt
was
based
on
someones assumption
of
how
many
shirts
we would buy that year ?

i ask the cat after breakfast



5d.

my shirt might even be free !

and
well 

the cat
is snoring now

in wise response

from shutterstock.com

NO POLITICS JUST SPAM

i remember having spam
as a kid

with baked beans

i remember the bean juice
on the pink meat

sometimes it was ok
sometimes i would gag

now i got a WHOLE folder for spam
on my pc

and one on my phone

whod have thought it ?

theyre very full these folders
with very crazy stuff

sometimes thats ok
sometimes it makes me gag

anyway these days
i hear
theres spam drs

whod have thought that too ?

i remember going phishing too
as a kid . . .

from med.stanford.edu