hilariously funny
as jacked at that pic of her at the beach
Whore carved into the white beam
the midnight toker kids
She loved it
shocking as pleasantly
as she is

a shape for a reserved
parking permit spot
spit on the defamity
of the righteous to BE
just....and Just

what did I like?
the snowplow struck paper
vending box
split open and leaning
like a gunfighter
sensational news
(it was)

we had to vacum
or forget about it
let the dust climb
live in the pits when
parents split
depression sank
in thick as the silent
dust motes
whiskey dream
father..
how could I run away
only person that backed
me....
I just now grew into what
everyone else was at
thirteen
fifty three years old
with the gran persona
borrowed from Gary Oldman
and Busey..
shoving a shopping cart to
save ten bucks taxi the five
blocks...only to hear my woman
did that at twelve...up hills
or her mom beat her
but were old
now everyone just kills one
another out there
socialist democrasy
raised on xbox violence
and zip values
a latte to go
money in the purse
and ripping off the world

I sound petty and callous
but I was born cruel
cut my teeth on the crews
aside me

I Love this poem
one of the verbotten
things to say...
But its from the heart

Buckowski...what would he
say....Cohen still says it
now and then...

I used too...now I just give
em the eye or shoulder
in passing
scare em a little
you walk through the dark
and rain and snows
living on nothing but sour
world endings
you grow
and it aint floating in the
cloud thing they talk of
today
its sunken in the guts
a football
so when you just
feel like making a play
bust a little move
make em dance
just a little

But I know exaclty
what you are feeling
and saying

Excellent!! I dig it baby! I dig
it!

in this poem...you took the words right out of my mouth!

*hugs, Cat

watch a lot of crime shows....and my answer to the TV is
"unless ur already disturbed"
I knew people raised with many troubles...knew of those
put in to the systems of forensic and penitentiary
gang affiliations...
systems of order...(police..military...bandit systems etc)
some of them got into the relish of the very things
they were subjected too...and on consensual non
harming to others way find said like to like out
there...
The state in our country said it has no business in
whats goes on in peoples bedrooms as a freedom
of choice
and as the world gets odder and odder...darker
and darker there is much..especially with the advent
of personal devices....
used too be the bar where everything went down
the old clubs..
now its social media
hook ups on the fly
exchange of numbers
we havent changed as humans
just speed of the instant hits
of gratification
and media offering
of visual..aural...device
propogation and designer
drug to enlighten the experiences

I know all this from sitting with
a lot who just spoke shop
old and young
in last few years
as an observer and sometimes
participant its interesting the
study of the human pysche
and psychology and sociology
of the new movement
of Pleasure and Power and Control
also contained therein the want of
romance
chocolate shops and head shops
have not replace the sex shops
yet...
nor book stores or record stores
and bars are more now combined
with the proper balance of eating
and consumption of alcohol
which is something europe has
had longer then the just straight
our spread of booze joints
from fifties on...Laws strict against
drunk driving and trouble have
gotten rid through civil and social
litigation crimes derived from
misuse of substance
these open places to the more
refined and orderly..

I dont know if we have a poets society
up here....we have many bright poets
many of them are very private of their
work...none have come here although
I speak of my place here on Neo
there are a lot of places...
the net is huge
and like the eighties phone cul de
sacs that existed they gather in
their little groups
(phone exchanges had test numbers
techs could call...it was the precursor
to chat rooms....Im like going way back
punch in a call in the evening or day
and the lines would be open..the underground
could assemble for a Dark Free Society...
this actually existed...)
the rawness has since moved into the interior
of gatherings of members only now
almost like speak easies
more secret...perhaps more sinister
but its there....

meantime...I write poetry
observe the other artists out here
try to keep track and be aware
that writing relevantly is better
...just a honing of focus..

Thank U....