juice

Medicine river carries heart back

From the other shore gone nuts,

City devoured what work hadn't grabbed

From aorta, lost family took veins

And ventricles off my chest by distant apathy.

Only water in flowing magic heals

The engine warm and viral,

And even then it's just a patched innertube

Headed for more patches

Prescribed by nomadic clouds,

Sharing the sky with horizon

eleven seven

Babyface and scalliwag panhandling 
Sebenleaven I cough up 50 cents
One abe for ever year past my prime
Same douches in different duds
Hours later out forty miles east
Grifting or more sinister the proceedings
Of how days not unraveled transpire

date wake

My girlfriend the river her water all night
The tresses of stone bridge heaved,
No relief hieroglyphic nor savory happy
Bending basalt in times times
Hydrodelic or slow dumb blasted ballast
We sandbag all dim day under the weaves,
Shorn ripples emanate off our date
Wake

plunder

First forest force effs up 
On purpose dropping consonant glue
In sonar honor the vowels my whale thing
Snatched off a beerstool
Into duty yodeled by a mad pirate
Cutting the plane of water with 200 horses
Diving off the bell tower
Peering into 100 feet of chasm as
Sturgeon register on the digital screen
The tresses of the bog her ramparts I suck
Like one hundred billions gallons 
Fluid shove O Columbia
Under your thunder all plunder surrenders

baby things

Mothers harness their big bang haircut
Ever atom ever was
Fuzzy was a bare joke cat in box
Pandora, purring in singular resonance
With tsunamis, ripe grain, tectonics
And gin, mothers juniper
Berry into the old log did trek,
Rolling to a rest and subsequent syrup state
Hence the shortened bangs
Looking deep out
Into the time box, forelocks adrift in radio
Beamed gold, mothers milk 
Made of star silica and moonbones
Ever's eve and atom's atom did trek,
Lazy fast by instant muse music
Only mothers ivory harp a constellation
Retained, called the colander to a full
Empty room of baby things

aerie awry

Aerie awry, a dodo in oval office

His fleas more regal

His curved spine better formed than

His twit twittered twiterpated mind

He fell there by plot and scat and pee,

A showered coronation as he squawked

And double fisted fried twinkies on sticks

His sad underwear full of loot droppings

Corn flavored ious scribbled in BBQ sauce

Only his dim dong don dodo claw

Can sign so illegibly ode O doe dough

Until an eagle takes out the trash

Brash rash of extinct values

His wings good for nothing flight related

His fat fingers locked in avian genes

His brood dull beaked with greed

Worn on their make trump great sleeves

sun stacks skin

Trust spoons, entwined all sweet night
Said the shell of our dream
Poking its shard atop a spotless omelette
Easy side up and light peppering
Ceiling's canopy, rocks slide over
One another in the stream
The tiny fish nibble toes that halt
Stretching summers sun until
One can read patterns
In our illumined and webby paws
Not unlike other pillow nested vertebrates
Finding nooks of harmony
After travails unending echoes shush
Proof that dreams dream too
Bubbles jet upstream,  just because
Old father gravity is rightly wrung
There in the firs new bassinet under a ledge
The cones bobbers eddy in dance

mars petri wish

More energy grit & real life
In heaven weight per diem aligned
On scrapped car heaps
Or the underbelly of wall street rife
And rank senses figure out bold moves
Graphite legs and ink octopus stylus eyes
Hello frozen lake harpie
Stay sleeping under blankets of iron
Forge energy grit and
Real life
On red mars petri wish

go figure

The way love works you see
Nothing helps to wreck
Unhappiness faster than love
Hammering water
On facia appearances the glue
Of attractions barnacled
In loves stormy hold all the gale
Lashed in butterfly kisses
Braided in smiles or wee hour wine
You see love works ever
Thing starts mattering about
Tangible skin maps to lost isles
Found unwanting nought
Nada zilch and mas O meno,
The way love works go figure

friends unite

rootboros

Willow root, last hold grips 
The bank mane tresses pebble-
Scoured in asteroids of motes
Hurled in a soup of energy
Grooting and grafting the muds blood
Sifting good nest of minerals
Time's dragon suckles moment tail
It bleeds fire in the post ice flow
As branches storm ripped
Float unanchored in ordered chaos
To find some niche get stuck
Collected to send forth our place mat
Fingers of fiber, life claws
From the shell all eyes and ruby
Silica tail it swishes moon away
In a pattern of dark scales
Unprinting the dimensions by rote
Until the wooden heart shoots green

fluke finally

She found it blue battered
A blue whale bruised and flour dressed
On the ladders plate a home run
Entrée fit for most queens
Back in her bay wrapped in sleep
His fluke no mistook the reef
Breaching for coffee after
Laps around the moon
All gravity the brows joined silence
She pound the pillow soft as waves sculpt
The sure shoreline senseless,
Finally

--------

A grieving orca
Pushes the corpse out
Thru choppy waves
For a week
As her pod departs
(The news)

sates the ravenous bear

It wasn't what you meant to inscribe
It didn't pause the particles
The tracks over space and time never to love
Unfurled it wasn't a destinynation on purpose
It was amber waves of sound sand
There drooled america into an abyss
It couldn't define quantum charades
Not on such long notice
Not with big brother's overcoat of tall glass
Chiseling tedium to binary arts
Meaning more hole
Rigmarole as the axe finds relax in summers
Kindling pile of spider babies
Writing our tome in silk and splinter bait
There vanished america into morass
Made in absense of form
Out of quark hiccups and accounting shims
Rammed to the bitgroin
The united sates the ravenous bear

turquoise water

deeper out

Sandy river oasis stone boulders
Families littered pleasantly along or in
The water, cool enough from mountain
Birth, glacial cradle rushes
From thin air caves
To nourish fernfilled woods
Falafel and romaine salad picnic
Time to.kiss the silty bottom
Feet clear step deeper out
Deeper out colder until
Only swimming keeps head above, among
Air breathing lip animals

frack pack

Beating round the bush
Bushwhacking the slush
Several thousand service stations
You cheap ass fucks

Take the tram to snofuck
Go see don Jr beltbuck
Le, plug lug some fascism
On those okradio outlets

Just wait
Just wait
Just wait

Earth gonna frack you

up there for peanut picking

held

The waves of ire
Land, land hard, weaving undone
Into beaches of
Sunset gold, gold
Eyes prize, seize
And can't hold,
Hold.

sayings

An injury to one
Is an injury to all
-------

Haste makes waste
--------
Life is short
-----
Stay hydrated
------
Count your friends on both fingers
------
Adios good morning, take it to the worthless bank

feelawful lovage

Cooked black beans, simple
Made potato salad, using lovage
From the garden, vegan mayonnaise,
All vegan, then some falafel from
Scratch, soaked garbanzo beans 23 hours
Used more lovage, olive oil spices
Fried two dinky pans full
Sunday fuels up for push
Into week plate, black beans ready
Protein stick to my ribs
Body patches, vegan

red white blue anchor jewelry

dairy tales blue #5

Ginger bread sidewalk, iced
In blackberry drizzled honey laid
By mice men
The well laid plans of bees
Moving from oregano flower to flower
As savory sherpa pie
Steeps in mad shattered recipes
Only dead glaciers can unlock
In crumbs the tongue loses
In a milk of summer lies
Said the nose in sunburnt barley aisles
Boxed to get homogenized
Or vice versa by general mills
Sugar artillery blue #5 bramble

low loot

Low hanging loot, Pruitt
Fruit of leathered oil
Off Hamm backed lard wells
Net and gross grossed out
Into bankers deviled dozens
Just look in the oven all the treaties,
Look, hansel look
Low hanging loot

little house in the dalley

Sun yolk shingle orange shanty
Beta red tree dolly dally
Skip hop once upon a translucent dream
Her wand of hair a whip and carrot
Cake green moss
All the animals get a plate of golden

impeach Trump traitors

Impeach the illegitimate
Fake potus

Put the Trump tower traitors
In jail

Agalarov
Kaveladze
Veselnitskaya

Yank their visas
Hold them as material witnesses

And put mike mukassey under oath
And disbar hid Kremlin ass

five eyes in one

Prep work on the facade of
The guts of the Constitution
In order to farm more perfect
Onions peeled self cries
Under battered halos
The five in one removes loose
Cock a doodle dandy
Greasy handy Donny
Prep the crimson Kremlin carpet
Use a leaf blowhard
Use a rake made of law and steel
Yank the traitor

vegan Bgood burger w/ Dijon, blueberry jam, siracha

troll village sunset

sun blotdog

exteriors

omlette, vegan sloppy joes blackbean sausage, upside down egg, salsa

saxifrack un mal Fleur

Saxifrage his flow
Splitting clocks that
Snakes yonder scale

Weighting written blocks
Songs sorties
Fleurpow

-Er, to err (human
Strikes, baiting
Split rock standing

Kung fu fracking(no
Ideas but in profits
A poached weed composed

Inventions sort of
Sort of reconciled
In writing





 WC williams

intaglio tussled palimpsestine

The RR bums. Incognito. Turkey
In the straw. The lesson.
Page 231.   "Hungry
As an oriole"
He "kissed her while
She..." Drugstore library
Knee boot filth
Cheek scar-coils
O O(riole eyesdowncast
Paper brain possession
Intaglio tussled ditchtown
Trestles turn away

Dr Zeus Strangeloaf

                    Hello rut hello wagon

Hello runt hello dragon 
Rut kingtut Kong bring a gallon
See ya tater tot  don knot 
Gun nutttraitor
Putt puttin later, instigator 
hello waggin yellow flag spin
Tale of dog fleas all fleeing
Putin's spyhut, knee deep summit
GOP smut clout
Hello rutty said don the 2
Prost danka clinked cherry vixens new by new
Never known only fondled
Hello rut 
hello wagon

went bust west

July 1991 bloggod
Was "best new poet in town"
In Willamette Weeks annual "best' issue

Brad Tyer my pal
Wrote me up all good
More recently he was Editor of the
Texas Observer

Before cell phones
Before computers
Before best went bust west

NRG and Dan Raphael
Published that poem whattsitcalled
I best remember, yep

rightly wrong

I was wrong strong
Wrongly wanton checkless wrung,

Towel draped heaven and daisy blue skies
Only a brief reprieve removed like
Shattered glass or trust demolition

Being wrong noted in neon

Harrowing forgiveness chews bolts
And swallows prideless old times until
Marrow becomes very red rock

Fossil eye
Fossil eye

Blinking wrong at the intersections
We were right.

spiral harp pooned

No love caresses my trellised lair
Ghost birds old songnests
Wind wrecked valley
Where no love hatches never eggs
By the peck so deep
It chips my firm
-ament. Blue morning growl,
No love found me
Surrounded in her tornado castle
Bricks flying mote by mote
Only a spiral harp of ivory remains

fuck you Trump tower mukassey GOP traitors

NATO an injury to don
Is an injun pussy Pocahontas to
Yo y'all Harry Hamm
Phil Ruffin
Kaveladze, Akhmetshin,
Veselnitskaya
Agalarov
Samochornov
Off the top of my head
An injury to the USA
Is an injury to you.

witch came forest

Witch came first, her voodoo?
Or her mulling egg nest of dolls moaning
In Kremlin doublespeak
Any chicken nose witch way the
Fascism blows said Bobby Dylan
From his San Cristobal ranch
Built of Nobel Peace charms
Locked hearts on the Paris bridge
Heavy enough to sink the sane
Seinne frozen hard
Enough for feathers to walk
To the netherside of NATO
Waving white flags
To go to war before it comes
All over yew boughs bent
To archer eyes
Tracking the broom drone sorcery
Calories exhaust off flying monkey
Pine trees, in an exhibit from
The world's unfair
On the banks of bankrupt rivers
In poetland, bOregone.

bloggod, Marie Martinez, "modern art"

Maria Montoya Martinez (1887, San Ildefonso Pueblo, New Mexico – July 20, 1980, San Ildefonso Pueblo) was a Native American artist who created internationally known pottery.

___________

Maria signed her creations in different ways throughout her lifetime. The signatures found on the bottom of the pottery help date the pieces of art. Maria and Julian’s oldest work were all unsigned.

 The two had no idea that their art would become so popular and did not feel it was a necessity to claim their work. The unsigned pieces were most likely made between the years of 1918 and 1923.

Once Maria gained success with her pottery she began signing her work as "Marie." She thought that the name "Marie" was more popular among the non-Indian public than the name "Maria" and would influence the purchasers more. 

The pieces signed as "Marie" date the pottery between 1923 and 1925.
____________

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_Martinez

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/736324

"The olla, or jar, from the Diker Collection was made around 1919–20 and is an outstanding example of the Martinezes' early collaborative work. The vessel is based on ancient forms, updated with aesthetic and formal innovations. Its matte black-on-black surface represents the culmination of 10 years of experimentation with firings and materials. Julian used a mixture of clay and beeweed for the iconographic decoration, which represents Avanyu, a Tewa deity and guardian of water. The jar is displayed among paintings and sculpture—by Albert Bierstadt, Ernest Blumenschein, and Frederic Remington, among others—that depict the American west, both real and imagined, and its iconic presence in our national culture.

Featuring Native American art in The American Wing for the very first time in The Met's history reveals our current commitment to expanding the definition and scope of American art at the Museum, now and in the future.
"
https://www.metmuseum.org/blogs/now-at-the-met/2017/native-american-art-the-american-wing

time suck flotsam, jetsam

show up to same old new work
whaddya know, calebs from driftwood
and the homeowner went to KU the same time as me,
what movies do you like is the banter 
over the hot loud heatguns
he says he watched a 1992 dracula with whatshisname
tony banderas i ask nah, that other guy
then the next night 4th of July on the midnight tellyvision
by random is antonio lestat's dad
and brad pitt and tommy cruz in interview with
the umpire, sure a coincidence
and then caleb don't show to work the 5th
he got t-boned in a carwreck
he was in the hospital as i watched the holy
-wood vamps, same old new work
between sips of clear clear
water, homeowner brings his music,
ween, hey i met those guys at pine street theater
when golden delicious opened
piss up a rope, put on the gloves
show the gibby in driftwood photos from 1988
a bag of ribs and the graphix bong
but we had a flat on fell and oak, 
fred douglas plaza
and les claypool from primus came by
to huff nitrous from ballons big as state fair pumpkins
a primal high the same old new work
maybe you didn't know the old hipeye from the Crossing
or that chuck mead plays the grand old opry now
or that garth brooks warmed up the hideway cabin
on lake carl blackwell in 1986
and ate all the celery out of the potato salad to fuel
his shotput arms, same old new song
a horseshoe ringer with the horse still attached
if i was gonna be a gump it woulda been from alisha and
linda and kermit but the chiseled gravestone of 
romance was heaved into the Kaw and Ark City river
along with other willow love garden vinyl
before the flaming lips went up in snarksmoke
before the butthole surfers had a hit single
the fly on the blot godwall
just a maze of eyes and ears and a thousand years
in a crypt( O logical
morass, just ask the Transylvanian Codrescu
down in LSU under the banyan and magnolia 
flowers devouring coeds in flytraps of academic sugar
the same old lures 
how to bite and slip off the barb fame dangles
easy new old slough of skin from a ranchhanded hack
some day you'll namedrop
me but i'll be long, long here and foo tar away
too far portrayed in connected blurs and 
the nanny of 27 year old mockstars leadbellied
in the pines planted in 1659 from grafted 
vlissingen splinters off St Georges in Flushing
as the doctors probe light looks at the retina and pupils,
this one island in time washed over by waves
from that thai cave drama all the same new old heroics
umbilical cords
oxygen, holding breath suspense the ladder of elements
study steady hands it ain't who you know
it's where you remember the rungs of the party line
it ain't who you eat, it's where you eat them 
says epicureans sophistry from a hunger pantry
4 centuries deep in loam and asphalt
a vegan worm with two front ends and middle
full of the same old song in segments
fetch the dog a bone and drop a nickle in the 
beggar cup for a minstrel's fiddle-roots curled o'er
the clock, the same old faust deal
just ask egmont under the chopping block
or lo john brown the meteor of the war
his beard streaming said melville from his relative
obscurity having written the greatest novel of all time
as bloodgood cutter the lariat poet
who Twain mocked as in Innocent Abroad
walked collecting rent from widows along Big Neck
the vamp's favorite food source, same old work

spiders parachute on electric haiku, Fort Anomaly, the Dalles

Gray was born on February 16, 1889 in Pasco, Washington.

 He was the son of William Polk Gray (1845-1929), a prominent steamboat captain in the Northwestern United States, and Oceana Falkland Bush

Hawthorne Charles Gray (February 16, 1889 – November 4, 1927) was a captain in the United States Army Air Corps.

On November 4, 1927, he succeeded in setting a new altitude record in a silk, rubberized, and aluminum-coated balloon launched from Scott Field near Belleville, Illinois, reaching 42,470 ft (12.94 km), but died during his descent after his oxygen supply became depleted

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawthorne_C._Gray

______________________

born at seafoam gray

speck bubbles out, spider-man

rides electric wind

ghosts of selover, luderman, rex pietro of sicily

songwriter slough

woke up to the dry scratchy voice of daryl
of the darrylizers on kboohooboohoo
sounding just like the good earth
he done 30 yards ago
simple as crushed dust on a sneaker hung over the tellyfone
wires, going nowhere in the key of 
geewhiz, picture him in his musty messy garage
3 am hashing out a ballad
old hamm kansas his ribs all bar
bbQed in too many decades of watertrough
wallows and unsanded gallows
he don't remember half of nothing
not how he got the knackname darryl
it was from 3 finger tony
at the watertrough on hawthorne who over the din
of the pool whacked evening
thought one name was d'udder, 
changing the straw, swamping out the dingy,
changing the cleats
putting on the yoke and tool belt
he don't return calls they pile up like empties
so his kids can target practice
their bbGuns from the galvanized pond
so far away
from harlow's lullabye the cyclops engine eye
of a voice that once had range,
Youth, less going for it and way
More spark

Beachglass Art Guitar, bloggod 2018, Portland Oregon

blot good poetry dander 1987, 1988, University of Kansas

forest bloodgood music, reverb nation

6 songs circa 2010; fiddle, mandolins, dulcimer, keyboards

glisten up
2:07
nuevo uno
1:25
pee yano
3:10
railroader
2:12
gypsy spooky
1:22
babies

https://www.reverbnation.com/forestbloodgood/songs

https://myspace.com/forestbloodgood/music/songs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfKJ5EZVzU4

https://www.portlandmercury.com/BlogtownPDX/archives/2016/02/08/remembering-jimmy-boyer-legend-of-tomorrow

https://www.youtube.com/user/forestbloodgood

Ditchtown, Forest Bloodgood/Lynn Conover, 2013

https://lynnconover.bandcamp.com/album/ditchtown-double-cd

23 tracks, free as a bird, or put a bone in the bucket
if ya got it.

Forest Bloodgood, Fiddle: arranged recording (by Sandy Noyes)
                                            designed, produced, and manufactured 
                                            handmade double-CD set
Lynn Conover, Guitar/vocals: Songwriter, set list dictator.

1.
Jole Blon 05:05
2.
On A Lark/Red Apple Juice 08:16
3.
Peg n' Awl 03:36
4.
The L&N Don'y Stop Here Anymore 05:46
5.
Cry Baby Cry 03:56
6.
Hesitation Blues 04:44
7.
Little Sadie's Cuckoo Bird 04:47
8.
Bucket Hole 03:56
9.
O Death 03:03
10.
Railroad Bum 06:24
11.
The Eagle And The Owl 06:09
12.
Heaven And Hell 05:11
13.
One More Cup Of Coffee (Valley Below) 06:06
14.
Willie The Weeper 04:38
15.
Sour Grapes 03:50
16.
Voodoo Queen Marie 03:45
17.
Odds And Ends 04:41
18.
Spooking The Horses 03:58
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19.
Rough And Rocky Road 05:48
20.
Oh Sister 04:46
21.
I Remember 05:15
22.
Nothing Is Wrong With You 02:52
23.
Beaujolais 04:18


Recorded at Biddy McGraws, SE Glisan St, Portland Oregon
4 live performances, recorded by Sandy Noyes of Astoria. 2013

forest and becca, surreal Mexico 1993

blotgood, busking Mexico City 1993, fiddle and Love with a baby in the oven

Busking in the Zocalo of Mexico City, 1993, with Becca Bashara. Little did we know, Surreal was inside, growing. It wasn't Montezuma's revenge, at all. Underneath my tapping hippie foot, the ruins of the Aztecs, and their caves of larval gold, their dust eagles and pikes broken.
     Maybe it was my long red hair, maybe it was my shredded Okie attire, maybe it was the gentle nature of humanity that loves all music, and wanton courage of the traveler.
    We were embraced by ears and a few pesos, and made it back to the border with only enough for the bus ride back to OKC. My shoes were stolen from the foot of my sleeping torso in the train station, as we slept, and I traveled the last 800 miles barefoot, with the glare of the Greyhound man doing himself no favors.
     The stone of the Zocalo sopped up my sound like yet another offering from the blot godi of centuries past, the skin sacrifice, the off kilter meandering self disbursement of skin and calloused feet pads, and wind worn thumbs of hitch hiking nomads. I'd been there before.

Letter from Andrei Codrescu, LSU, October 12, 1988

"More energy, grit and real life in them

than 96.8% of the bullshit that comes into the Corpse."

plum line

First I hit 4 three pointy shots
On a rattle rim basket then I got hired
Then on the way to work
A girl in her underwear
Ran to the front thong door
Then I ate a plum
Off the sidewalk it melted
My mouth watery her skin
I peeled with a paint gun I got
Paid never stayed past that
Sequence of eve
Vents

Je T'aime France and Bangladesh and Russia and Honduras....and all y'all

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