writethis

this is an attempt to turn pithy drivel into an almost interesting small mass of words

i'll just continue along this sentenced path until something interesting turns up

if not in the third line

maybe in the fourth?

I could try to strike up a myth right now

maybe a reference to my lack of formal education

or a clever word pun might make this paragraph worthwhile

but it ain't happening

this is what a piece of writing looks like when it is deliberately conscious of itself

(you are so sexy) (i mean this may not be a literary high-water mark but damn you're so sexy)

(oh I could writhe on the floor & come on myself without any direct stimulation right now)

also, i find that i feel most inspired to write when i'm in obligations to NOT write

like when i call in "sick" to work & drink good wine in the morning, I just end up

walking the city all day & singing to myself

but when i'm at work & busy with mundane multi-tasks, my head is reeling with clever

fragments, melodies, rhymes & phrases

of course i always drop what i'm doing & jot the ideas down

but my work "productivity" declines & the supervisory bees start sniffing me

etc etc

alright enough of that, i wanted to write something here but not what i wrote above

uh true human due fly lock glock handgun glockenspiel talk dome floating sphere

like farmers daughters & their homey thighs & why's to rinse rural water tanks

roman catholic target practice with popes condom breath mints & radio free europe

bloom fuming sunflowers & van goghs earache obviously for style & shock value

hey baby que paso y united states of consciousness & america the illusion of god on our side

the united states of advertising & lawyer speak at lunchtables & police orgies

i carry a taperecorder with me at all times so please feel free to speak your mind

toward my front right shirt pocket

when i was four years old i had an older brother who was stoned on psychedelic logics

and he gave me a tapeplayer & headphones & grateful dead & a cocaine marijuana

quaalude "reality what a concept" recording of a hyper comedian goofing in the late '70's

i track down references that pass thru my ears for a living

i'm thinking of starting a conversational/pizza delivery service where you can order a pizza & the guy who brings it

will sit & chat with you about all manner of strange occurances like bermuda triangle or DMT or just ridiculous moody jokes & all that for the small price of $10.99...wow!...pizza & a poor hack poet in your livingroom for $10.99 a pop

sure beats telling the same old recyled stories you & your beer buddies toss around, huh

or else maybe because since after always when during then before again proper subject ongoing somewhere once

or twice or thrice or rice hyperbole rivers of death & napalm burn between the toes & top 40 hit bestseller success

suck eggs suck a cesspool suck all generalizations into one fell swoop of a label goddammit all truth is false and that is the one gospel noble truth amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me i once was lost but now i'm found and i'm one hundred percent sunny californian beach boy summertime summertime sum-sum summertime

well that about ends today's experiment

if it sucks, well, that isn't my problem now is it?

this piece was brought you by a grant from the McKesky Corporation "Radical Solutions for a Changing World"

I also rely heavily on my Poetry Handbook....wet dewy fields & my loves passion come to thee...ah how fair is thee...

wink wink nudge nudge