Jellyfish beach bingo. No Annette.
No Frankie. Men of war. Tentacle
tungsten light house. What are we
fighting for. Eric Burden and House
of the Rising. John O’Hara or Frank.
Aristophanes is out. Brook Farm is
no Utopia. Nowhere. Erewhon. No
matter what Well(e)s says. War of
the Worlds my ass. Even real life is
a movie. If true, who will direct.
A child’s religious experience is a
merry-go-round. The bear comes
over the mountain. The movie. I
forget. A Child’s Christmas in Wales
Wails. By the Sound. East Egg red
warning light. Across the vast expanse.
Every night . On the wrong side of
the enchanted toll booth. Cash only.
No passing in this lane. How many axels.
Tool collector’s scam. Big money that.
Once upon a time. Séance on a Wet
Afternoon. Not a good beach day.
Either the aluminum ice cream or
the luminous supermarket eggs.
Inside the Not-So-Friendly’s. Best
job I never got. We’ll call you.
Don’t call. I’m still not holding my
breath. Yale Art gallery steeped
in Americana. Not DeLillo. Waiting
for Francis Bacon Express train to
Hartford. Suicide on the tracks.
The relative importance of beer and
hot dogs. On the beach. After the bomb
drops. The jelly fish graveyard.
Buried alive in wet sand. No Swimming
Allowed. How to tell the kids.
The Summer is almost over.
I need money. Beatles on the radio.
Not an original to them. Twist and.
Summertime and the living is. Porgy and.
Peanut Butter and jelly on. The beach.
Where the kids are. What the kids love.
A Walk in the Sun. The yellow brick road
to hell. It’s all politics. Cape Fear(s).
Fists of Fury, Love and hate tattoos.
Words of God. Jesus wore sandals.
Walked on water. Was a tough act to follow.
Sleeping with Jim Morrison. Not a religious
experience. Said Eve Babitz. She would
know. Knew him when. New word-Zuihitsu.
means writing by following the brush. How
about by following the thought. Wherever.
Whatever. Along The Narrow Road to the Interior.
I guess. No evident meaning. Asleep, I am, on
my pillow book. Not the movie. Maybe my life.
Definitely not a Draughtsman Contract.
I apologize for the eyes in my head. I dare
you to spell Komunyakaa twice fast. Once.
Oh the trouble I have seen. In my interior
journal. The brush is wet. Light my fire.
Can’t wake up. My pillow book is so
aggressive. Inscribing pictures of Breughel
on my skin. Not tattoos. Not an illustrative
man. A motion picture. Skin movies.
Theaters of the mind. Coming soon.
Not as good as real sex. Or as bad.