Remembrance for a great man is this.
The newsies are pitching pennies.
And on the copper disk is the man's face.
Dead lover of boys, what do you ask for now?

You say you got no use for moonlight,
But darling, that’s not true
Sometimes the moon is the only thing,
Keeping you company on long nights,
After the headline fails to feed you.
You claim you don’t need no sappy poetry,
But then how come you write it in your head,
Dreaming of Santa Fe?
Santa Fe was your love at first sight,
Dreaming of a future far away.
That is, until you saw her.
Sitting in the shadowed glow,
Of stage lights down beneath you.
Those things fly out of your head,
And you start anew.
‘Cause those things were stupid anyways.

at the outdoor bar on the beach
And all the golf carts gather around.
Some Elvis and a few more beers
No millennials until sundown.

In that little deuce coupe,
the Beach Boys run around,
Surfer girl's a Pasadena lady,
And surf boards are all aground.

Now I long for yesterday
When oldies were the craze.
There goes the sun and I say,
Hey Jude, here's to better days.

I ride back to the boonies,
thinking when oldies were newsies.
Wake up little Suzie,
we gotta go home

We’re All Icons Now

Is there anything left that isn’t iconic?
Each sports hero, actress, and tummy-tonic

Now let The People say “iconic”

Each recipe and coffee colonic
And every writer said to be Byronic

And let the reviewer chant “iconic”

Famous lovers, ****** or platonic
Mountains and islands, and plates tectonic

And let The Newsies type “iconic”

Animals natural or bionic
All weather systems, calm or cyclonic

And let Mr. Meteor cry “iconic!”

Every magazine is stuffed with “iconic”
Which any Byzantine would find ironic

And let the Romans cry “three dimensions!”

Wait...dimensions…declensions…these don’t rhyme with iconic…

Oh, and don’t forget that for every reviewer every writer weaves that same old  layered tapestry of…something or other

And when you go home tonight just be sure to hug your children

subtracting voices
chandeliers hung by dead feathers
cannon ***** of years when time hated fairly
left over promises i'm not friends with

getting lept out
hanging death
to find a friend
running away
marrying the wash out
battling for empty
filling up the old crimes
inside my healing head
to destroy their evidence
useless when its good
too ugly for views

prisons too important
for me, the left overs

i was the addiction
now another contraception
hailing ghosts
tangled in timecards
under hung
and still voting
to take my spots


you dont know how to stop violating my boy
Only in the wretched
Broken locking
Of the safe
I was beaten into
Which refuses
To hide
Privately, despised by standards
Breakthrough! Simple
To be your sickness, in fiend
In the fiend you
Rusting edgework of him
And her and his fathers and hurting
Me better
Thanking myself always
Your cursed reproach of silence
Uncontrolling the illness
People please themselves in the dyes


admonition
The generals cries
A blind baby
Released of faith
His bloods eyes screen
Undone binds
Freeing the filthed
Upon his head
No justice
Beneath the shod
Brother he can’t find
Called war

and the man bag
has created western civilizations vancing

the clerical errors of not homeless lost in census homeless celebrity raffle ticket death certificate, oh i meaning this employee of mine can't follow orders from abused derilict painting in hindsight blind justice with stampeding mass of war mongering ingnorance, shift pay bulls of really, hah hah hah, your not better than us idea's i have a tango and cash supercomputer and you don't move

the homekey isn't happening anymore your a criminal i know the algorithms say artificial intelligience from the cia aware of reality check level of bored? hell no you are a repeat, army radio hear this guy, repeat offender of having a homekey


play, joyner lotto

lets reach out and grab our pulitzers, rep's all deaf stilled, next fixer
nod at yo, last bar, yes exam, measures, measures, alieve the poet

must?   print book reports in spanish english and spinach about?
cartoons watched together last time....

french crimes of resentment........


pick up compartmental lifestyles at los angeles times warehouse
take change machine to siesta vendors contortionist wands across
interior valley's  only as to be ......chavita mystery machines mural


upon completion of pacoima proctering of a business deal
requisition brooklyn dinette set of numbered lawnchairs for downtown subway rides

love you smiley


there she goes, there she goes again

congradulations, alexandria and barack, democracy is officially subverted

email records from editorial boards of chicago new york and los angeles plus public defenders office of ventura and buffalo civil works unified attack against journalism....

go ahead let your hair down

jenna haze, loves you today

title
when london broiled my bumper
and i gave michael keaton a kleenex
act 1

attempt a dairy air
on the roads to scholar
and i daringly said
should i ever have been fenced
i would have had to refer, or referal
the appointe to the patrols railroad to prison
the highway office of kritofferson place
is accompanied frequent, yes many frequents
to rome i am halted on your ceremony?
please less the penmanship
you are the scurge of the high seas of alcatraz
the compliant signature is constable
i shall call the constables of serengeti here at once

hey beasties, grab ground control and tune out the ballpark

throwing codes, all out in controls boards, peace and
then i'm armed on parade
armistice this way

the irish generals inspected decks, pass

now your linkin parks

some of those who yous forces?
irish aint here to dodge crosses

welcome to harlem renaissance '25

i will be your host and battle bought, irish

the theory of social reform and feminist theory
is that, unlike the civil rights movement
work is defined as 100 million journals a day
morning mid day and evening
from california to washington
to shut down the military

then q the weber

the expansive quest to find the peoples perogitive knows no limits

a third of the workforce in type set is to prepare your quarterly,
say on google workspace for
as you excede the times in preperation of reaching the next
blocked out street light the life is saved by the newsies

this removes goverment and war demons seeking the chariots of fire brigade and braggards testimony of a paycheck accosting us for the treasurys notes are forbidden, remember the million dollar bill issued for the medal?

barack i would like to offer you a temp position in my newspaper distribution "ring"

postulating that alexandria is capable of dual employment as wells are available

lock out tag out of brass, brads and fixtures of public works request watergating over newsies

kendrick we got us a job opening back drafting

doing what they told ya is the american meditations left and before you write the next legible down............

we don't need those troubles again
oh mizerly the people walked
hanging shelters cross
and doubtful was the opinion of the times
the newsies had left
nothing to rent from them
the three blind mice learned how?

and before the war won
the democracy was disappointment
hanging dreary saddness next to all
all those starving sacred's covered in lumber

hailing the work, hateful of corners
oh my the people and the poetries
never growing enough
umpteenth time denied alms
and poor was the way back to harlem