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PEDRO
Day.1
...I've never been to Cleveland...
I live in Pedro
a chunk -o-world away..
...never really thought about Ohio...
...never really had to.
I had my first Cleveland encounter
as a little toehead kid
on a rare trip behind the Orange Curtain
circa 1975 ish,
Anaheim / The Big A...
...first AL action
for the young Senior Circuit fan.
It was a big day for "firsts."
On an early pre-game stadium tunnel stumble
my elevator door slid open
like it was holding back a game show prize.
I won a face-to-face surprise:
The world's biggest afro
right before my big bug boy eyes.
Oscar Gamble and Buddy Bell stepped in...
They were cool.
Welcome to the Big Leagues, kid.
I'll never forget that day:
That day I also met Don Drysdale
and he was a DICK!
...yeah he was.
DICK Enberg was no prince either.
Those two big Dicks didn't damper my day much.
They made it more memorable.
Nothing against Cleveland...
...but they really sucked...
...one of the saddest sights in the world of sports.
...I kinda liked 'em.
Day.2
My pad is on the point
of Pleasure Point
on Point Fermin
in Pedro.
It's the tip of the edge
where the pioneering balls-out Go-For-It adventure spirit
of our civilization's Go West, young man progression history
got packed into this westernmost Pacific pocket
crumbling cliffside drop-off
edge of the world.
Ancient Sunken City remains remind
as the sunset's insane shine
blurs the present and past
on the Pedro timeline.
Seals bark
where suicidal swan dives sadly stop and splatter.
A permanent end to a parent's kid's
temporary lame game.
Peggy Sue is cool.
Check the map:
All roads lead to Pedro.
There's no escape.
Burn one.
Relax.
Don't jump.
Saturday siren screams with a swooping ghetto bird...
There goes another one.
OT's,
Watch your step...
The sun will shine again tomorrow.
Day.3
reality
my pad is trashed
my car broke-down
my clothes are dirty
Êmy gal is pissed-off...
and I have only two dollars...
... just enough for a beer!
God works in mysterious ways.
Day.4
The Love Shark gobbles in the dead of night
Êmaidens and virgins squeel delight.
eat raw oysters
drink white wine
The Love Shark gobbles on no fat swine.
Day.5
Nobody
and
Nothing
can fuck me up the way I can.
I am my own worst enemy,
unable to hide from myself.
There is no escape.
Now what?
More, please.
Day.6
There are sometimes seconds in life
that are equal
to years.
... If you're lucky!!!
What was meant to be a momentary cheap thrill
two seconds worth of reality refused to endorse.
REAL TIME does NOT stop
EVER
No matter who you are -
No matter how drunk you are -
You don't often get a second chance
and
it only takes one quick click of the clock
to
Fuck-Up
EVERYTHING
FOREVER.
Day.7
Olga
the artist
fully self-expressed;
Your beauty will live on
Forever.
Angel of Freedom
Inviting the whole world to Play!
The world is a better place
because of YOU
your Invitation
Inspiration
and your Contributions.
Thank You
for the commitment you made
to make Life more Fun.
You did it!
Mahalo.
Aloha.
Day.8
O,
the hot night fade...
sprawled naked in the basement
2:30am
Thursday
overlooking
my big sun-tanned belly.
I can't help
but to think of life
as being
beautiful.
Day.9
All I want is...
a supercool groove
on a butt-shakin' beat
with some funky breaks
sleek hips grinding rhythms
and a warm glowbuzz better than perfect
floating carefree thru the nite
riding clean curvey comfort
smooth soft skin
the sweetest smells
silky, smiling, touching
blurred delicious tasty
long hot wet nonstop kisses
hanging on tight
solid and real
all wrapped around my back
swaying, swinging, sweating
moving, moaning
dreams intwined
magic time
all night long.
That's all.
I LOVE that stuff...
Anything else is bonus.
Day.10
A share of what's borrowed
to thaw what's been frozen;
to feed and strengthen
what's been forgotten and broken.
Spread the word, friends...
you've been chosen:
First and most importantly,
FORGET EVERYTHING . UNLEARN WHAT YOU KNOW.
-START WITH NOTHING-
Everything is Sacred...You make the Difference-
Follow Yourself-
Give More...Take Less-
Trouble is easily overcome before it starts-
Don't be Afraid...Be Aware-
The Price of Greatness is Responsibility-
People believe what they wish-
Believing something does not make it so-
Wear out and be New-
Yield and Overcome-
Be like Water-
Blunt Sharpness-
Untie Knots-
Taste the Tasteless-
Magnify the Small...Increase the Few-
Don't talk about people and things, Talk about Ideas-
Think of Virtue...not Comfort-
Virtue is its own reward-
The harder you work...the Luckier you get-
Forgiveness is the key to Love's Freedom-
You can observe a lot just by watching-
Don't let School get in the way of your Education-
Look upon the Future...and Dance!
Day.11
Me and my monkey, man - my monkey...man,
always right nearby me, my damn monkey, man.
>From a time and place of total nothing,
we each took up our own space.
Upon stepping out into the world,
I found a monkey in my same place!
For many many years we would cooperate and agree;
but more often than not, now
it's looking to be
we're getting to the point
where it's the monkey or me.
O, I have so many fond memories,
even monkey dreams! ...
a full history of fun...
but more often than not, now
with these thoughts that I've got,
I think our days of fun are now all over and done.
The moments that we're together are more than I can stand.
So, since it's come to be
the monkey or me,
I've gotta come up with a plan
that will stop that
monkey, man.
"Help me, Mr. Wizard!"
First,
reassemble all the crumbs and recreate the cake.
In the ovenhead making monkeybread
that's the place our plan-thought bakes:
Now, you must be seen as to be so clean
that you
appear obscene to the monkey who will deem
that you no longer haveÊwhat he must take.
But for this to be achieved ÊI firmly believe,
your mutual habits are what you must shake..
Let's example, per chance, and say "Romance" -
then be it so ; use your Love Lance;
not that funky monkey's No Pants Dance.
Whoa! Clam shucking man with a hambone...
damn, sometimes I eat like a pig.
It's all been a food-trance excuse that's been monkey induced.
... just rub my belly, baby...
I've got
something special that I know you'll dig!
The monkey, man; my monkey, man...
he always knows everything I'm
thinking; he's my monkey, man.
Monkey, damn! O, you monkey, man...
You run me like no man can.
Day.12
...trouble...
Great Motivator
New temp
macho postioning techniques on display
The men worshipped the gorgeous young blonde summer hippie moon goddess
Lust filled the air like stud fog
Blinded dumb by desires dimpled dreaming wantings whistle
So sweet and simpled, O say stupid, smiling wonder
Sitting on a set of fully flesh full super scoops
O, lovely tender veal budded squat blossum darling.
Day.13
What's going on somewhere else right now at this exact moment
while something else is happening somewhere else where I am not? I ask
Although I am not there at this exact moment, I am still here; I am not
somewhere else.
We are wherever we are when we are there, we're just not together.
Yet the moment is the same moment wherever you are at that moment.
The reality is everyone is doing something somewhere having moments they
feel are real
while everyone else is somewhere doing something else having moments
they feel are real.
Everyones reality in that exact moment is real to them wherever they are.
Individually and collectively, both together and apart, everyones
moments everywhere are many.
Many realities are happening every moment everywhere constantly always...
Multiple realities-multiple personalities ... is that crazy, or what?
Whose reality is best?
Collect your moments wisely.
That's what Life's all about.
...or something else.
Day.14
she was kinda cute
in her cute little suit
and she wanted some toot
but I had no loot
...now she's gone.
coke whore.
Day.15
That Sacred Touch
we loved so much
laid down gone in ash
hear my heartbeats fade to hush.
Day.16
I'm a puppet
of the Lord's design
and He lets me work the Lifestrings
but I keep fucking up.
Day.17
~urban haiku~
Who the hell is Mrs. Brown?
Good Lord, please
keep that bitch away from me.
Day.18
Copcats be creeping on the mattmouse
slow late copter calling
stopping in the streets
intersection stinkeye sessions
staking out my donut
climbing my walls
flashlight peeks in my second story window
knocking on my door
sad flush sounds of plumbing.
we are free to do what they allow.
these days
freedom means you're not in jail.
Day.19
early morning misfit
pro-abortion poster boy
dumb loud proud
king of clatter
richity rattle cart
bottle basket
tweeker wheel shake
fucker.
with nothing to do,
why do it here
so early
and
so loud?
dick.
===D - -
Day.20
delicate warm fuzz moaning giggle whispers
while tongues and fingers flicker dancing diddles
drooling drunken honey smear lather shakes
floods of sweet girl juice
sweaty love screams.
a passionate flesh wreck tangle
masterpiece.
Day.21
dogma's bitin' down hard
yappin'
on a snapper freak
crisis collector
hard-on hypocrite
sick-ass gripper nut
pud pounding scupper perch
lyin' lazy
ol' factory
second-hand shit stain
peanut butter cornholin'
knob gobblin' goop lapper:
magnet of doom and grief,
asshole of all things bogus, bunk, and broken.
bare feet smell like death.
take a shower.
make something besides a mess.
Day.22
Julia Butterfly Babe
Beautiful Warrior Tree Queen Hero
You're an Angel
Bold and Real as a Redwood
You are So Special
Deepest Heartfelt Thanks and Admiration,
Righteous one,
For Letting Your Light Shine So Bright
I Love You Forever!
MATO
Day.23
4:31am saturday night-
just rollin' in from an extended afternoon/evening/night roll in hollywood.
guess it's 7:41am sunday morning in cleveland-
....'bout time to go to church.....
my melrosean nocturne was so comfy way deep in the hole
diggin ol bluez bud William Clarke
blow (RIP)
with some felines
primates
aliens
and some misc subhumans......
I believe I'm going to pass on the sunday service ...
I've already had several religious experiences today (and the sun's not
even up yet)
I feel the spirit,even now,
my sacred moments.......they still linger........
here's another, quick! ......... pull my finger!
Day.24
Jeez,
now she thinks she totally knows me
and wants an all access in
past my tough guard lizard skin
just because of Great sex ....
Why is skillful effectiveness penalized?
Why does that happen?
Our agreement was clear .... hell, she made it.
What does she want
to do in there?
ruffle my ridges?
rip out my heart?
rob me of my soul?
rattle my cage?
delete my drive?
steal my stuff?
rumple my stilskin?
scramble my eggs?
My eggs are fine,
thank you.
Why?
Hey, you!
Who do you want me to be?
You don't care who I am.
Help yourself to enjoy the good parts
and be happy.
Just leave the unwanted qualities and complaints
to me.
You'll get the best parts
with no love ... no stress
all good fun
some people fuck for less.
I suppose
I could just give-up
fold, join, buy in, fake it, play the game, quit
sell-out, surrender ....
.... get a new name and move out of town ....
Nah ....
not yet, anyway ....
huuuummmm ....
I wonder what she's doing now?
Day.25
O, the peanutman
the peanutman,
Let's take off our hats
to the peanutman.
In every season
across the land
you'll always find the peanutman.
Up the stairs
and thru the stands,
peanuts fly out of his hands
into the hands of peanut fans.
"NUTS!".. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .."PEANUTS!"
yells the man,
as he totes his nutbox
across the stands.
... you've probably bought his nuts many times before;
he sells peanuts from shore-to-shore;
every peanut purchase is his peanut show,
leaving fans cheering and yelling for more.
The smell of the peanut might flavor your breath;
and for the price, nuts feed family fans best.
The birds at the ballpark use the shells for their nest;
that cleans the scene of the peanut fans mess.
The peanutman
the peanutman,
Up the stairs and thru the stands,
peanuts fly out of his hands
into the hands of peanut fans.
In every season across the land,
the hero is
The Peanutman!!!
Day.26
defeat is no option
can't stop now
don't quit till done
no one will notice
do you do it so it's done, or
do it to be noticed?
what's your purpose?
....dog.
Day.27
Welcome to my world
we're on
an E ticket ride of relatedness.
stretching the ages
past any and all belatedness;
let's explore Life,
create an authentic relationship
beyond what we know,
surrounded by righteousness
blazing new trails
our limits are boundaryless,
better than anything we've ever known:
Digging deeper together
the greatness just grows
thru any bad weather
thru any bad shit;
we wont be stopped by any bunk trip.
My heart's open, come in;
You can live what you dream.
That's my commitment and promise
cuz that's just who I be.
The decision is yours:
Come live big
Be my queen.
Day.28
A dreaming daydreamer had a dream that made him think:
Thinkers think thoughts then sometimes talk.
Writers write thinkers thoughts which are sometimes read by readers.
Readers reading the thoughts of thinkers written by writers sometimes
talk to talkers.
Talkers talk to talking talkers who talk a lot.
Talkers sometimes talk with non-readers and non-thinkers about the
thinkers thoughts
which were written to be read by readers like the reader the talker
talked to,
who then talks to other non-thinkers about thinkers thoughts.
A non-thinker who has no thoughts is now talking about the thoughts of thinkers.
Thus, the non-thinker thinks the thoughts of the thinker,
since the non-thinker thinks no thoughts of his own.
The thoughts that have trickled down
spread like ripples from the thinkers thought's splashdown.
Then those ripples interact and intersect with other ripples
and part of one ripple becomes part of the other ripples
so the other ripples become part of each other
and ripple on rippling into other ripples
and ripple on
and on
and on
and when the right ripple is ripe
each rippled thought becomes a thought seed.
Each rippled thought seed will be a bud.
Each thought bud will bud a thought blossum then bloom.
That thought blossum bloom is a dream......
.......a dream dreamt by a dreamer.
.......and so it goes.....
.....so think good thoughts......
Cut out the middle men.
Day.29
I wanna say how I dig you in a way we both understand.
The only way that I know how is just be who I am.
Being with you since I want you is at this moment my plan;
so don't play the tease then be a bitch and curse every man.
You cuddle up cooing love then shoot me down like a duck.
You set the bait, I took the hook for a good loving fuck.
It's not like we never did it....
to not express my desires, I wouldn't be real had I hid it.
Your helpless obsessive compulsive constant dramas totally suck.
And it all began when holding hands led to a good loving fuck.
Day.30
The coastal fog clings to the coast cliffs like a thick wet fart clings
to your shorts.
The wind is howling; my belly is growling; fucking cats are yowling.
The echo barks of seal sex float thru the quiet of my dark night haze.
Here in my homeland, I'm tapping thin time in a doubled down daze.
Gangster gunshots blast off in the distance: six kids capped this week.
New brave cop crime cameras ticket traffic installed on my streets.
Most mini-malls have donut shops. Most kooks got booze for balls.
A mali govno glava gets a drunken new tattoo
of a place he's doesn't know or been,
with his friends so now he's cool;
to others he's another fool.
In the mix there are still heroes
who will do what they must do.
Quiet actions proud with purpose;
they speak of "DO", not what they done did.
They are modern warriors
They keep dreams alive,
even if it's not so cool or hip
They don't forget the big unseen prize
They must wipe shit constant from their eyes
They might be slowed, but never stopped.
What they do may not seem fun
but they do it till it's done.
Parents can be such heros,
and people who fight what's lame.
Artists who say what they must say,
not only when they're in the mood
but every single day;
Teachers like Saavedra, commited to students growth;
they make their work their play.
Heroes confront more shit everyday
than you'll ever know.
Charlie TwoShooz packs the buddah boy
for a future they travel north.
The working girls and working man
who don't give up even when they can.
My Matt club bro slowtoe Wasco
thumps solid rock boots
with a love beyond border blues
makes Cleveland rock more than blue suede shoes.
The gyst here is that you can too.
Walk the walk and do the do.
Be More...simply because you can.
"Good/Better/Best .... never let it rest;
till Good gets Better, and Better is Best."
This is 2000.
Get off your ass
and make the world a better place.
CLEVELAND
Day.1
You are a fortress of tomorrow
I am yesterday
Four on the floor on the fence
Sound bite heavy alley
Heavy thinking
Heavy dictionary
Local rhyme
Bathroom walls
Slang scripture
Savior survives
Cat claws mouse
While big rat sleeps
In Africa you fulfill dreams
Fresh rolled in a cot
What forth this scientific talk
Your confrontation changes remote
We are sick of each other
We get sick on each other
Paradox is a thin line
Association won't break
Chopping knife
The politics of love and crisis
Tear gas tears
New beginning
Silent films
A man singing about a tree
Growing old in front of us growing down
The sinking boat
Bloated on respect
What are you after
You are literature
Among the clutter
Day.2
Ashtray eyes smoking
Skinny Frenchman
Blues asunder
Polemics you don't understand
Not sure if this will last
Reading tarot cards
Crystal ball tall man
Four legs
Table
Dark hallway
Frequently
She is delinquent
She works the track
Home the morning sun
He cuts ginger and whistles
Olive oil
Spatters
Sticking to refrigerator
Empirical chef
A spoon drops
Yet we defy
All jumps across canyon
Lady take my salt
Speculate
My movie is not big screen
Not star
Not proxy
Day.3
Can't see the backroom
Just classrooms
Nothing about you is economic
He was cleaning off the snow
Slow beast in a big car
E. 97th St. hears gunshot
Census taken to make sense of things
Back pockets full of dirt
Full of original dirt
There is no sin in the live-in
The muse a roommate
Regarding
Live-ins
Outside on the tree lawn
Tablecloth stained
Shower basin stained
Utensils lost
Unassuming
Lifting up the day
Day.4
Stavros ain't no hermit
In the hermitage
He is overage and average
Charles Mingus on the turntable
The main events of W. 25th St.
Crawling
Undercover
Late hours become early hours
Showers
Tower
Drive fast around corners
Around the years
Uncomfortable
Gripping the broken guitar strap
Taping w/ duct tape
Listening to the shudder speed
Frozen lips
Kissing rolled windows
The widow rubbing her rosary
Speaking Slavic prayers
Incense
Novenas
Prayers
Purgatory
In the sky
Maybe a god
Day.5
You like everything about this place
Quick thrift
Theft
Adept
Harness happiness
You adapt
Watching royal video
You slip through jazz streets
Murray Hill is compliment
We did not know yr manipulation
We were all blind devotees
Walking on land mines
Automation
Is quick tongue
Chromatic
Pistol talking lover
Blue train sprinkles the bed
She shuts him up
Day.6
In the Rainbo Lounge
Speaker hangs in suspense
Like the kissing couple
Waiting to investigate
The written word text
Their context is next
Black & white tile of the drag city
Locked down in room 630
The bedroom
The sound barrier is lifted
The shortest point between here & hearing
Is love
She is champion
Every time naked
Day.7
He adjusted his chi
Said Chicago does that to you
Makes you adjust yr chi
He told me it's a wonderful life
Discussing James Joyce
Waking up w/a bunch of bruisers
In this town you do what you like
She talked about cooking
The sickness of
A vat on her back porch
The back steps slippery w/ ice
The catalog of blues men on her dresser
Borrowed from the library
A dirty room
Clothes on the floor
Crackling from the cheap radio
Playing garage rock
Her black fingernails
Motioning
Get back here
She was from Ohio
With tight form and
Took music to the mind
Latched onto men w/in hours
Said it reminded her
Of money
Of her Father
She cradled her life
In sublime theories
Told him to take his shoes off
Sit down
Sit in
This room didn't seem so strange or new
And the tea on tongue went down like medicine
Shooting spheres across
The night sky
California
Means nothing
But a beach full of blown chances and
Damn fraternity
Day.8
We all walk schools of education
Green leaves
Puckered up to kiss the gutter
Hanging cross on the wall
Stalls
Fundamentalist law
Hand hanging in handcuff
The American bust
Runaway clamp down
Angry as a dropped plate
Kitchen corner
The competition for blankets
Tattered and overwhelmed by you
Paul Klee painting
Next to piss on the wall
Magic spell is art
Day.9
Puffed up angry police
Over shoulder
The moon
Looming
Colors are
Spooning half-steps
The crying last traps
The breaking mouse traps
The underground world
Of black neckties & yellow rust
The underground world
Glamorous world
Finger snaps clap
It wasn't my idea to care so much
Who let loose the lust
Who knows the hour
A clock
An orange
Next to flowerpot
Just wanting to be around
Day.10
Bar full of bikers
An arrested gang
Arrested by the smell of leather
Maggie tells me she loves an Irishman
Says she going back to Dublin
To her birthplace
To get away from American culture
She listens to John Cage
And told me that her
Love wouldn't fit on a normal curve
Said getting down to the skin
Would define new meaning
Would show the real action
Day.11
You stood still
Engaged by the homeless
I give it all up for the work
But you try not to leave
Car is running
She is headlight and advocate
A horizon
Cleveland unfolds
Smell of the plant
Reminds of jobs
Lobby
In your underwear
Swearing
Less is more
Day.12
August at
The Euclid Tavern
Saw a shirt that said,
Booze, Broads, & Horsepower
She said that she wasn't good
Enough to hang out w/during the day
It is all dirty
Tires
Backyard
Vintage van
House to the right
Stares down the night
He took her to breakfast
At a booth
Hand rests on leg
Black bra strap
A distraction
When you leave
Don't take the poems
Day.13
How long can you be
The weight of things
You are sacred landmark
Silt and thighs
Shake the infrastructure
You don't revolt
You cry
You are full of youth
Turning my stomach until closing time
Day.14
I could fingerpaint
Till the paint runs out
Because Thurston believes in Anita Hill
I could manufacture
Fake like a grade
A degree
Watt's on the couch
Waiting for wet denim
DC bound
I'll stroll this avenue
Till the paint runs out
Square like you
Day.15
Show discipline
Lick it up dog
You have napalm on yr teeth
A rocket launcher smile
Dirty paperbacks
You love words
You are ghetto
Hills
Sliding down
Day.16
Rolling around
In a slip jig
Record release
The Charger's Street Gang
Calling out that
Everybody is a little king
Dig their look
They got the swagger
And the seven-inch
Packed in a box on Payne Ave.
Wrestling China Town
Day.17
A chair
Sitting
A lecture
Designing stage pass
Standing
Straight
Growing
Crinkle spine
Day.18
Clock is clean
City is seamless
Pillars in the front yard
Beg forgiveness
Talking is red flag
Excuse is cover charge
Lover roll over
Pay the new city toll
Freedom is transient
On the wire
Notes from the underground
Rapid heart beat
Inside the van
Two together may be better than
Encore
Bottom line
Day.19
Runaway child from Tibet
In a throne
A tear on his cheek
Blistered feet
Windblown face
Militant w/a gun in the neck
Polite lies to the police
Release the teacher
Release the teacher
Monastery
Walking a hallway
Delirium is mother of silence
Shuffling
Watching
Monks kick soccerball in
The courtyard
Day.20
Screen
Is uniform
Seated upright
Plaster
Over head
Over hears
Lamp
Guarding plants
On table
To the left
Books
Develop
Word
Envelop & seal static
Slick presentation
Saliva
On pillow
Girl
Exits picture
Met in a street on Tuesday
Abound in thoughts
Wealth
Lingerie
The shape of you
This February
Failure to send out notice
Day.21
Screaming street
The lamppost silhouette
Honky lingers w/ drink
Under the bridge
Junkie cuts on a mirror
Last breath of puke
Near a fire pimping to score
Day.22
Cathedral legs
You rule the
Middleclass
Any doubt
You are fault line
Bending paper clips
Disabled by disease
Birthday means little
But dirt turning a grave
Newspaper
Print on hands
Youth holding job
In America
Day.23
The rush to be
First in the air
The rush to have
Prisons built
The rush to be big sport
Steady profit
The rush to
Sell high in an aeroplane
First in the air
Self built prison failure
Prison fit
Lock the exit door
For practice is sterile
Reflection
In a bathtub
Day.24
I sailed across a school bus
I forgot to call yr name
I recognized that textbook
I yelled out dirty story
I yelled out dirty story
I yelled out dirty story
I yelled out dirty story
I saw you at yr school desk
I propped a stretch of skin
I recognized that textbook
I yelled out dirty story
I yelled out dirty story
I yelled out dirty story
I yelled out dirty story
I ran into yr shoulder blade
I walked up in yr storefront
I showed you my hand
Day.25
Only assets
On a bookshelf
The Queen of Dissonance
One leaf
One stop sign
One referee part time
A straight line
Clipboard
In the high grass
Flat tire
High pipe
Bombing the outer ring
Against a wall
Bouncing
Ball
Teenage Slovak
Brakes hold back bicycle skid
Crossed up
Homemade table top
Knocking twigs
Day.26
For Vince
Igor at the drumset
Strapped in among the skin
Mr. John Coltrane's
Voice setting things up
Curled between bookshelves & technology
Like the canvass stretched
Back in Los Angeles
Back to concrete
The life of hard textures
Brother Weasel
Plays
Bazooka
Cutting smog
Above Al's bar
Day.27
In opposition
Boston liberates
Real Ohio
Bullet clips next to election sign
Church rehabs
Slum as an answer
Skyscraper deals development
Same house
Landscape
Neighbors
Food
Discount shopping
Entertainment
Bratislava
Sister city
Homeland
An industrial flat
An industrial Pat
Near an oak counter
Counting down the days
Day.28
I saw it coming
Getting smoked like this
Grrl grip
Folded filler paper
Edits new view
You hear static
And told me the poem is
Two roads worn
But on one side
In yr rental
You are instrumental
Day.29Ê
Yr body urban
An urbane body of work
Ink arms on the four strings
Sonic amp
Conquest handbook
Reduced to fragments
Good and evil
Flying saucer
This is dialogue
Paintbrush in big hand
Painting wide
The city
A nation of misunderstanding
Stupid graphs
Show circus
Put away address
Tip back chair
Of course loyalty demands dissent
Day.30
Brother Matt is rough cut
Got tweaked by the slow toe
His trade is technical
Live from Pedro
Finding pressure points
Pleasure points
He is one of the burning men
On two wheels
A neckbone burning down
He don't want to be a fucking millionaire
Life is more than industry
Get on yr ride and see
Everyone can name numbers
Even in brokenness
Open up
Together like a tied shoe
Sand & ports in Pedro
Imperative is place
The place of things
America
Turn off your TV
Get moving
Know your geography
The world is good heart
Dual heart
A mountain climb
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