juneteenth pitty pat pitty pat the thing i love most of this world

the endless possibilities

there she was long black hair tank top dark eyes red lips tattoos oh the tattoos her body a canvas oh to have been the needle to exist as the ink baby i am the ink i am the ink beneath your skin you will never ever be rid of me i am your perma art i am the ritual marking of love lust sugar and spice there she was oh the art yes the art

draped across the shoulders deep green bright yellows flowing down the arm twisting twisting twisting ending abruptly at the wrist recast me vincent pablo salvadore commission me my princess let me paint my poem on the back of your throat

people people fuck people people fuck people people downtown san francisco blue skies shinin' on me nothing but cool blue cool cool blue cool blue waiting at the light crossing market street hordes of hordes of people shopping bags halter tops oh bouncy bouncy ear buds dangling jingle jingle all the way christmas in june bell bottoms board shorts flip flops sandals mini skirts tight tight jeans people people fuck people people

jen you wine

beard pappa right across from yerba buena japanese import it ain't as healthy as the hybrid sweet warm custard injected squirted creamed into a puff baby baby biting dripping down my chin tongue swoops down to catch it finger swipes just in time motion across big glob through the lips smack smack schlurp schlurp yeah baby it's like that

chocolate vanilla you name it girlfriend

i been to heaven and back on a roller coaster peaked peeked up through the clouds got me a glance of jesus i knew it was him by the scars on his wrist got me a glance of moses got me a glance of gandhi got me a beard pappa puff make mine vanilla witha cuppa yeah baby it's like that

full assault

on the puff on the cream on the love of god itself i will drink you up i will drink you i will crashed back down into hell itself screaming through the skies all thirty two flavors burst through the ground deep deep within the depths of hell i find you there thank god for that i mean heaven would be hell without you girl

light me a cigarette get me a cup of coffee

people people fuck people people scrambling crawling running walking climbing dancing doing the fucking hokey pokey rainbow colors on cheek and tummy every tenth woman with a tattoo crawling up out of her ass every tenth of those receive my smile and wink i mean i just can't make everyone happy don't you know lord knows i try goddamn take me take me i said

i want a piece of you

she said she said baby you can take whatever you want you can take it all i did right there crossing el camino real the king's highway it's my way or the highway red light green light go

people people flash photography strobe sunlight they run by fast forward rewind the dudes play chess at the powell street station i watch they say hey they say hey wanna play wanna sit down and play i say hey i say hey don't think so you have enough more than enough of my money from last time it was just a

full assault

don't you know can't you see grab slide hit the clock grab slide hit the clock sucka sits down grab slide hit the clock slip slide humpty dumpty takes a big fall five dollars slipped beneath the table sucka leaves next sucka sits love you know ain't it the same

full assault

better light me a cigarette get me a cup of coffee we might be here a while big storm coming up the pass we might be stuck on the trail might be stuck out on a limb might be goddamn grab slide hit the clock sucka leaves next sucka i been that sucka i am that sucka wanna fauna wanna slide it in wanna grab slide

hit the clock

megaphone tyrone stands on his plastic milk crate sandwich board wrapped around him print so small filling up the boards print so small gotta stand right up in front of him to read tyrone with megaphone to lips all you hoe moe sex you wells are going to hell hoe moe yes every single fucking bruce in the crowd yep going straight to hell i step back hands to ears hands to god i step back tye rone baby

don't hate the playa hate the game

sugar sugar dancing round by the aa tea em standing in line three mah sheens on the wall playa number one at mah sheen number one playa number two at mah sheen number three nobody on number two right there in the middle i ask the tie-clad dude from the nordstroms women shoe department i say so my brotha what's with the empty mah chine he shrugs he says nodding at playa number two says she says the middle mah sheen ate somebody's card rumor has it good enough for me i'll wait dude behind asks me hey he says so my brotha what's with the empty mah sheen i shrug i say nodding to the dude in front of me i say rumor has it mah sheen is hungry card eating dude behind me

he nods

i dance to the mah sheen i beg the goddess for money punch my numbers i win again i dance away with the green green grass of home i mean i got a little folding money in the pocket i got itchy fingers i got

endless possibilities

bottom of the mountain got many paths to take any which one may or may not get me to the top might have to come back down start all over again might just take a fall might just take a tumble might maybe what the fuck don't choose stuck at the bottom of this mountain anyway step up step free left right straight up ain't going down cocksucker

swing it swing it take it this little piggy stayed home this little piggy went to market and had fucking roast beef yeah with horseradish don't you know yeah i know wee wee all the way home well yeah

fuck that

dance dance put your left foot in take your left foot out shake it all about sugar shake it shake it sugaree i came to play i got money in my pocket i got it on the table i got cards i got cards i got cards and they're tight ante up flip em the flop flip em the turn flip em the river check bet raise yeah baby i came to play

people people fuck people people where they going where they headed shopping bags new shopping bags old dude doing the soft shoe on the brick hat in front of him i toss in a george another dude playing jimi poorly on a battery connected axe gots to reward excellence i walk by an encouraging smile yeah another george wouldn't hurt me more than it'd help him but that ain't the logic floating through

my head

green green yerba grass lawn slide slip back head on hands looking up at blue sky eye close eyelid theater flickers time to go home

endless possibilities and all that

spin swim sauna shave shower smoke sunset sigh sink sink sink swoon fuck dig the dig the yeah it's kind of like yeah

sky so clear i can see my soul

kicking back on the deck overlooking my little slice of heaven the sun he moans and sizzles as he sinks into the water a head of steam fog streams in through the gate goddamn i am in love how to consumate how do i fuck the fog do i get on my knees grab her around the ass pull her to me

she oozes through the gate up the hillside like a video on slow rewind nothing nothing nothing flows up but she but she this vaporous white molasses manages to seep up ambitiously seep up through the neighborhoods through the trees through the light through my

yes

on my knees

watching the shivering touristas hugging themselves tugging on non-budgeted fleece avec san francisco logos official not so official perhaps simply borrowed on my knees grab her by the ass pull her toward me i'm unecumbered by the likes of gravity or friction bah newtonian bling hung about the necks of godlike creatures who play with our fates our hearts

puppet strings lightening bolts a fat little baby plucking little pointy love darts from his bow fuck 'em and grin the hills are alive with the sound of dripping clouds it's got rhythm watch me fuck jungle boogie baby better be better be

hey ma pass me the iced tea

kicking back kicking back how does love permeate how does love move through me how do i interpret these signals these signs how do i read the vibe i am a blind man with a big old book i wonder i wonder who yeah who wrote the book of love tell me tell me yeah

i am your katrina gonna fuck you up with my whirlwind baby i am going to dance down from the clouds i am going to swing through the trees on these vines i am going to fuck you up i am going to change your life i am going to huff and puff and blow down your fucking door i am your god i stand on my mountain i sing i sing i sing blood dripping from my teeth 

i bleed for you you will bleed for me

i know i know i know that we have fucked before i know i know i run my hand across your forehead down your cheek i know i know i feel the burn i know we have fucked before some other life your cunt your sweet source of life yeah she speaks to me she sings to me she moans oh baby she moans experience

sex it ain't a thing

no it ain't something i can put in a box it ain't something that i can simply tuck away bring it out when i want it when i need it no sugar it ain't it's a way of life it's all tied up mixed in blended with yeah you can't define it you can't put boundaries around it oh baby it just is it just is love the beast cherish the beast feed the beast

shift shift sequence scenario situation a day two fuck i don't know days these days i just know now in all of its funkiness shift just finished long run down the horse trails to the beach through the sissy boy tough boy cruising path near the soccer fields up the sunset side god i feel fucking great today jah bless slide to a stop in front of the de young in all its new coppery glory we're the new fucking paris we're the new hip neighborhood fucking spooky we're my hood we've gone from where the dead heads parked their magic buses crashed for the summer gone from hippie camp out in the woods to fucking chic new paris hip hep we're so fucking metro even the woods have been groomed

fuck we're so goddamn hip

parked on a bench goddamn motherfuck feeling pretty up on my luck sun shining down skateboarders zipping round the fountain one skinny sixties zombie stringy haired long haired cocksucker skinny legged bell bottom jeans looking at myself smoking a bowl sitting on the bench the group dubya bench watching the skateboarders zip zip zip fuck man i miss being fucking nimble

what happened

bones they do go funky clouds they do go funky puffs puff-la add my own to the atmosphere all the beautiful people walking by touristas they're loving life they babble in many tongues they shine in many tones some of them mighty fine indeed there is love there is fashion high and low young and old bright and bold there is love there is a funky new coffee shop museum style indoor outdoor there is art baby there is fucking wildass art what the fuck what the

fuck we're so goddamn hip

shift shift sequence scenario situation a day two fuck i don't know maybe a night maybe just the darkness where are you where is you be in my mind in my heart pierced my soul skewered like some fucking hunk of pork held to roast over an open flame my soul burning in hell if this is evil hell it ain't going to be so bad keep it hot baby

let it simmer yeah

where are the nights sleep so exhaustive how can i sleep so soundly be so exhausted fuck fuck fuck where am i going am i getting up am i going down seems soft either way difficult maybe just a bit complex sadness yeah but clean i mean when it comes it yeah a sadness seems to flow and baby they do flow but when it flows its pure i feel it come on through sugar take it in breathe it in it just is let's own this shit live it fuck it love it yeah yeah where are those nights

they simmer yeah

yeah stella sadness stella sadness simmers thassohkay thassaiight love boils bubbles bubble toils and troubles don't you know haven't you read haven't you heard it's all over town let's dance tip toe across the grass the world fuck the world they're busy anyway eye rack eye ran china hello fuck i mean

fuck we're so goddamn hip

shift shift sequence scenario sitting on the deck looking over the water ain't she something ain't she sweet golden gate set my heart afire how can there not be hope look out there yeah ain't nothing but possibility fuck dude over on the hyde street pier walking with his babe he's kind of short she's kind of well the name bertha comes to mind they're in love they speak in some foreign tongue because

fuck we're so goddamn hip

sex it ain't a thing but we understand them it's the attitude of love even when they bicker just a bit you know it's still love i so fucking dig that it's the cushion on the sadness n'est-ce pas aujourd'hui they hold hands they play finger wrestling they grin that i'm going to fuck you so much so hard so fucking cool when we get back to the room grin yeah we understand them it's a beautiful thing

sky so clear i can see my soul

fuck we're so goddamn hip

spinnin' swimmin' sauna'in shavin' showerin' smokin' sunset sighin' sinkin' sinkin' sink swoonin' fuck dig the dig the yeah and all that

 

a littel nepalese creamed hashish and yeah i know i know fucking cigarette is it my fault they roll joints with tabac hey it's not like i actually went out bought a pack of fags leaned on the guy standing on the street corner hey buddy can i bum a smoke nah not like that i mean not like i pulled a cig out of a pack put filter in mouth and lit it up lit it up no baby i mean i just want to smoke a joint fuck and yeah yeah i am too fucking lazy to roll my own joint i mean shit there they are a fucking box full of them all neatly rolled and packaged in their cute little plastic test tubes pink and blue and yellow in hue too sweet i buy one i just want to smoke a joint fuck which is greater the tobacco rush or the fine dutch shit buzz fuck

the cool thing about rokeru i'm not the oldest guy here two americans over in the corner talking poker hands talking games yeah they're older more grey hair than grey matter more grey hair than me good thing makes me feel better for like three four seconds maybe five don't know i mean shit i'm smoking a fucking nepalese creamed hashish joint for chrissakes i'm sitting on a fucking log wrapped in worn thick rope not painful but it ain't the fucking whisper bed at the westin let me tell you it ain't a fucking thermapedic matress baby but it's funky cool it's that african jamaican theme thing the music is trippy it's ten o'clock it's still daylight another dude yeah now i like this dude he's the original old hippie long grey hair hippie gut scraggly beard he has his own guitar well at least he has the case might have sold the axe replaced it with a thompson submachine gun good thing he's smoking weed keep him mellow he's a hippie let's keep him that way

and he's older than me i like that

mostly dutch floating through three germans sitting off by themselves i don't think the dutch like the germans just a feeling i get maybe it's just me maybe it's that carpet bombing of rotterdam some people you know carry grudges a long time a smattering of english some american some other english didn't hear a canadian but how could you fucking tell the canadian is the one passed out in the corner there's only fifteen twenty of us in here trippy reggae soul sliding through in waves in waves sometimes the waves crash

totem poles egyptian style

ten euro for the creamed nepalese the man the dude standing in his marijuana booth in the corner he says smooth so smooth who am i to turn down the advice of professionals old hippie dude he lights a bowl and laughs out loud now giggles a bit now a chuckle a single chuckle maybe more of a guffaw now he is silent

the music though yeah it just plays

rokeru amsterdam and all that
 
 

it's a little lu kind of day

yawn and stretch one and only daughter she comes stumbling into the room as only a seventeen year old woman girl can at six aa em on a saturday morning you ready she nods smiles that fuck you smile

fuck

she could walk into my room slide a stilleto between my ribs twist it viciously what do i care i would still cherish the love carried on her breath she can do no wrong when she hates me i love her when she loves me i am snoopy doing his twinkle toe dance across the flowering meadow

everything in between is life

simply life yeah

into the car we're off to oaktown cross the bridge little lu little lu she has tests to take college bound she is we going to oaktown she's testing me i'm just hanging

oaktown

i let her off i head down the hill i park the car it's still early i run twice round the lake that so called lake in oakland lake merritt i see you yeah you thirty-seven times twice reflected in the water once i think it is the fourteenth you don't smile and it

makes me sad

still early i walk to the car extract a little kind green magic from my pack wander back over to the lake to the grass covered with goose shit smoked a big old bowl still early love the wake jake shake and bake on the lake maybe too much too early maybe not how can you put a stopwatch on love take a little nap in the morning sun on the morning dew

i dream of you

sing to me sing to me sweet lullaby sweet sweet lullaby sing to me hey hey maybe a little rock and roll thrown in just so i know it's you

on the third day i arose from the dead stretched did a little lakeshore yoga let the sun shine in age of aquarius age of hilarious feeling good feeling middle finger good feeling fucking good take another lap around the lake two miles three miles what the fuck yeah a little slower this time

come back around wander through between and betwixt the white east bay hippies at the farmer's market on grand avenue grab some coffee drink it up drink it up baby i drink you up there's this asian dude in a cowboy hat jeans hawaiian shirt pressed sitting on the bench playing his oboe a music stand in front of him opened wide to nothing no sheet music no books had they been blown away in the breeze never you mind

he played on anyway

when he finished he carefully dissembled his intrument wiped down his reed reeds lovingly packed it in its case just like it was his detachable penis secured said case to his trusty steed a muddied mountain bike threw a leg over high ho silver away he pedaled off into the late morning sun

two haitian dudes one with his daughter sit on the bench next to me they speak in some sort of french pidgin creole gullah african dialect who the fuck knows they do i don't i dig that lilting carribean accent

i drink it up

black folk everywhere hey this is oakland oaktown we be in the five one oh ain't barely got black folks in the four one five over in san francisco not like oakland i dig oakland in this strange eerily strange sort of nostalgic way reminds me of atlanta it's way atlanta with a coat of asian

spread thick like mustard

roast beef on rye beautiful black asian woman shakes it up the cinder path white teddy lovingly cupping her child like breasts short denim miniskirt long long long legs brown all the way down chocolate brown down to dainty little high heeled sandals so sordidly wonderfully hookerish on a saturday morning goddamn

walked into arizmendeh bakery big fucking new modern looking store not like its small hole cousin in the wall on ninth avenue in the city big fucker crowded with overly friendly too sweet n'est-ce pas left wing white people in their ultra hip urban outfitters and gap wear oh so good looking walked in walked out i can't hang and wait for bread yeah yeah it's so good and so good for you community spirit community co-op yeah yeah fuck it

don't have to wait a fucking nano second to buy wonder bread

weigh the utility

hey it's a coin toss today fuck the wait all i want is coffee anyway get a bucket of joe at peets this'll keep me buzzing grab some peaches cherries at the market hang out for a couple of hours hang out on the sidewalk leering at all the young girls sometimes getting a smile in return mostly getting the rolled eyes and the hurried walk away probably best that way it's

darwin

motherfucker wander wander hang in the sun sure gets sunny this side of the bay al gore movie says it will be underwater once global warming kicks in not me baby i'll be on dry land ocean front property let it melt let it melt let it melt it's all about me anyway fuck the future it ain't mine it's yours cocksucker

little lu rings me on the phone done daddy done come take me home things to do places to go people to sit at my feet and gaze lovingly me included

wander back over to the correct side of the bay little lu all tested out heading to temple confirmation for little lu she is to speak from the bema she is to lead us in prayer she is to talk of the significance of the ten commandments one two three and more she stands on the bema so beautiful so lovely how she speaks with such authority she doesn't get this from her old man beautiful sunny afternoon

music and drums and smiling and joy and sunshine coming in through the windows it's the end of shavuout the winter harvest let's gather in the wheat let's make our bread let's dance and sing and give praise i'm down with that i'm down with the
                                   
the ten commandments honor thy mother and father and don't steal and don't covet and don't murder and yeah yeah one true god thing always had trouble with that one what the fuck it's lu's day i'm willing to let it slide what the fuck do i know they may be right they may be wrong doesn't hurt to hedge a bet

oh goddess shelter us beneath thy wings oh adonai echad e-lo-hei-nu gadol a-do-nei-nu ka-dosh she-mo our god is one the eternal is great holy is god's name yeah i'm down with that god goddess chariots of fire icarus flying too close to the sun to close to the realm of the gods fathers mothers brothers sisters of perpetual indulgence sisters of mercy black sabbath jesus and mary chain what the fuck i'm down with that little lu so lovely so lovely goddamn talk to me teach me little lu from the mouths of babes what a babe you've become

i worship at your feet i am your father teach me

music and drums and smiling and joy and running the lake and shaking the bake and all that

                   
 

duh-DUH-duh-DUH-duh-DUH-duh-DUH-duh-DUH

this is not a sonnet this is not a love song this is not some romantic adventure story doesn't mean that much to me if you read this or not got to admit ain't that much meaning anything to me take my mountains grind them down take my ocean suck it dry take my forest burn it to a crisp take my heart let it bleed yeah let it bleed

i gazed

long and hard out the window the little portal the size of my face big cumulus nimbus motherfuckers fluffy and dark sinister and welcoming the clouds of my childhood

we don't get clouds like this in california not in san francisco

fuck

little commuter jet soars across the sky skipping across the cloud tips skirting the outreached hands of dead relatives dead loved ones dead friends sometimes one and the same sometimes

not

desperate hands waving reaching stretching reaching through the window grabbing my throat taking me by the throat taking my breath baptism in the river flint wrap me in white sheets hold my nose pray for me pray for me pray for me duck me under oh mother

please let me breathe

god satan jesus krishna zeus sit comfortably upon their porcelain thrones waving their newspapers smiling grinning perched atop puffy pedestals on the wide plane of toasted marshmallow mass the jet plummets into them engines roaring knocking them asunder ascatter like some bowling ball barreling down the alley

pins popping pins prancing on dancer on blitzen rudolf with your nose so bright won't you won't you have another drink tonight tip it up tip it up let us brighten your glow jack daniels pop your top pop my cock throw it out the window you are mine tonight i will suck you dry as she does me are you are you are they

real

oh so real to me for the first time for the first time i am beginning to feel i am beginning to actually feel walking through the airport confederate redneck mule fucking cocksucker with his thirty gallon big gulp welded to his wrist a modern day prosthetic cap'n hook how will you pierce peter pan's heart cap'n morgan your cup runneth over and down your chin faustus sold his soul joined the senators whupped up on the damn yankees doc sold his soul what have you left to barter a grim drinker he is

jaundice

set hold got hold of him his liver his lover what is this place where is my blue blue sky the roof here so pale so pale like the ruling class itself raise back of hand to forehead sigh heavily fall gracefully to the floor rinse lather repeat go ahead

breathe motherfucker

peter pan his nose ah the veins in his nose dubya see fields scram kid you're botherin' me kind of nose fuller brush mustache holding it up jeans sagging below malnourished waist trying to ride a concave ass

he ain't afraid of no skank pussy

leaving on a jet plane don't know when i'll be back again take me into the desert hang me on a cross drip vinegar onto my parched lips with a dirty old sponge please please don't send me back here driving through the georgia alabama night dark dark dark lonely road listening to christian radio telenovella demon alcohol has ruined many a fine woman shoulda been at home taking care of her man should be home

baking and fucking

in the dark and lonely night heavy heavy oppressively heavy humidity seeps in through the car dampening the radio voices slowing them down talk through the jello of my world lawdamighty lightening rod radio talk to me jesus atlanta to montgomery right down eye eighty five two lane blacktop haven't slept in nearly forty eight hours

been driving all night my hands wet on the wheel

maniacal moments masked by long periods of brilliance maybe the other way round don't even know when can't remember if i was ever happy only know that i am

i just am

in search for that joyous moment i want ecstacy but not in a pill i want salvation i want everlasting life give me a cigarette i promised i would quit give me love i promised i would quit give me peace i promised i would quit give me calm i promised i would quit give me solace i promised i would quit give me give me give me i promised i would quit you and you and you and you and you i quit drinking i quit taking acid i quit smoking i quit fucking mules in cabos san lucas i left my heart in san francisco i left my harp in sam clam's disco christian radio rock and soul all jesus all the time brought to you by bob's bible bazaar and bagelry three convenient locations on the corners of the father son and holy ghost

oh mister walker oh ghost who walks faggot motherfucker in your purple suit pogo screamed at me from the comic pages of the atlanta constitution journal we have met the enemy and he is us yeah yeah yeah i once masturbated to the girls of apartment three gee yeah but

who hasn't

sharpen my number two slide me a test fill in the dots aa bee see dee all of the above none of the above multiple choice multiple pick don't see one you like write in your own i'm my own write in candidate phatmike for president the perils of penelope pitstop i once masturbated to her pink self yeah but

who hasn't

it's a free country innocent until proven guilty i am guilty i confess j'accuse je t'accuse you fucked my heart you fucked my heart now i dance along the ledge bottle in hand bottle to lips bottle up my ass bottle in front of me frontal lobotomy tip toe in stocking feet don't want to wake you in the morning

the morning dew so sweet

roses are red violets are blue i'll be your jack russel terrier on the morning dew oh so sweet quel heure est-il cocksucker what time is it what fucking time is it brother do you have the time brother can you spare a dime i just want another cup of coffee one more cup of coffee for the road ah the road the road i'll take the one less traveled maybe meet mandingo chained to his pole i'll take the low road the low motherfucking road to hell in a handbasket

come fuck me jesus

i am your priest i stand at the gate staff in hand turn on your lovelight shine it on me

this ain't a sonnet this ain't a love song this don't even qualify as a country tune except maybe in canada goddamn the pusherman light me up another bowl i want to smoke that fuck all night weed perfect people make perfect couples n'est-ce pas this ain't a sonnet this ain't a love song

flying on a jet plane louisville to montgomery lions and tigers and bears oh my niggers and wetbacks and prayers oh my give me peace just let me breathe
     
yeah fuck me jesus i just am and all that