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Thursday, January 16, 2014

dream big lie


sun
roar
teacher
raise
port
land
union
now

muscles irish, swiss.

running up the totals,
jim thorpe

had muscles.

reigns

fury,
thunder,

Nutritional Super Agenda NSA nuttoid. com

made
you
LOKI

cats. stars

we possess
nothing

by
chance

NSA pays NOW ERA attention

Melanie
May
Bloodgood


my hero.

statis?doh

stafford koans
R like toyrd R us







statisdoh.

may date america

blot nada
blot nuffins i slay.

and send my
gmac

mufferuck'n
National Org. of Wommen

warriors to
May date America

NSA snuggled YOUR Husband

Right.
get.
vats.
left.
exxon
connoco.
chevron.
bp bp bp bp bp bp bp bp bp
ach du, champlin.

ach du.

NSA

Private
General
Quarters
Begin
Inherently.

NSA apoopopolectic

O
more
Bloodgoods!

beot

Despite

remote voueurs

worked up on billionaires
when i don't want long math.

treed, simple.
been raped by Sabina

 on vengeance
( plans.)

 NOFSBull sheets

intrude, overmuch
usually.

Friday, December 20, 2013

NSAnta

Obama started the conference by saying "Jay (Carney) has made a list of who's naughy and who's nice," referring to the press corps that have been OKed.

Funny to Obama?
More Orwellian threats to the rest of the USA and world.

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

food of design


i don't know what dance the leaves take
from wooden shelves
as yet still tree
&joyously so, under saw's time
backstepping an hour here then there
for banker farmer plot puncher types
confusing even the mixing pots of colors
for the cottonwouldrather
&cede her of leb, anon,
downright dirtnap
spiraling flutter to the underbrush
sans wind, the slowly disengaging
remonstrance
                      multi-hued dragonskinflakes
                      spent their unfurled becomings
called springing not for nothing,
as calibrated
to niche-fill with sensors
feeding light, making food,
until sun daily
drifts less by solar thrust,
jetisoned plasma parts from the primary furnace
all detritus
in a scheme-ier grandiose farce
for floor feeds the feet of dancers
               leaping bruise machines
artfully
bespeckled, mauve blue ochre
&vermillion beard keeps coming over the moon,
between sunraises,
lop lop the ends are topped
caw caw day hour is not late,
if murk seems to take the sky
at four thirty things are known
in and of
portlandluck (takes cover to recover full light
mirror-clause.                            miracle,
actualized anomaly
devoid of instruction
inscrutable only in detail

Sunday, July 15, 2012

dependence day


fireworks celebrate the 4th of july sky over the gulf of persia
and you're in italy, sleeping off a siesta,

the plane's passengers crossing the channel to their homes
smelling of lebanese meats& spices, the sound of silly children

happy to see their daddy, the spouse's complaint
of the local vicious dog that terrorizes the meter reader

just doing his rounds, and i'm pitching horseshoes
in oklahoma, taking aim and firing with my lower lip

silently chewed in contemplation
throwing my shoe& hoping for a ringer

as the macho burst of fireworks resounds in my mind
&all i felt was disgust, a dust gust of remorse,

dashdashdash dotdotdotting thru all the miles times& warzones,
all i felt from this celebration of isolation was nausea,

mind churning with visions of bloated floating dead
O spangled banner of of amerika who'd guess

you're not an island? surrounded by mental waters, you only lower
your drawbridge to send out armed salesmen

what carrion you produce along the skyways of commerce!
what blisters swelling on your triggers of ignorance,

what vain nationalism with your civil plights
& condom nation of others! and here, what say i of myself?

i too am amerika
i too an isolatoe

but i think and think that my dream has abandoned me
expand the terroritories into hearts of love,

knock out those with too much to give
wrap nature in disposable diapers and talcum consciences

by proclaiming (i am not) me
we swear it don't hurt though the drought burns pink skin

patriots! independence day
fade away like a pipe bomb

like a stomach ache
like comparisons that knot the side& shatter our illusory caskets!





1989 Midland Review #5
Oklahoma State Univ.

Iran Flight 665

"While flying in Iranian airspace over Iran's territorial waters in the Persian Gulf on its usual flight path, it was destroyed by the United States Navy guided missile cruiserUSS Vincennes (CG-49). All 290 onboard including 66 children and 16 crew perished."


 eat shit CIA. 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

inkamastinkadoo


way gone& very back too
rode into frown.
teeth mountain had blunted
crows feet before grimace was vehicular,
                       taxied by tax levy surplus.
less meaning is impossible in the context of trying.
                       blame lambs. flame bands.
read my shirt& die dirty good circles

my sponsor is aloof inc.
(just ran into out of inkamastinkadoo

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

O moved to Camp Foetid

O moved the ball,
g8 to camp foetid but the foe there mowed lawns
for summers all year,
unseasonably rich sequestrian facilities that whinny like jetboats
forcing blonde photos to don flesh
whine dine& plagarize tastes less oriental,
world economy being white
as a drained gash zone,
leaving chicago
only NATO.
blunderbus-implement of trumpeting vile patriarchs!
O can move the court,
deflate the ball, but every winter's discontent
cannot hide behind one percent's
shadow government
sponsor, for all rely on where to send the check and balance
that is why the toilets are marble
they stay put for the game,
not the players

Monday, February 27, 2012

Manning

foie gras detainee,
fattened for courtroom infamy

shackled in danger orange,
code pink protectors and grey panthers recall Pentagram Papers

while the most manly
is a cunning crossSnitcher from Crescent,

not accused of telling Truth the time
but put on show for a hawk pecking

songbird: do not eat
the gaps between bars will convey your thin ghost to the world by interNets

unable to restrain
the girth of Earth embodied in a single

winged hero
whose grain may be read by the Woulds that leave

places we can honor

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Earth to Houston: abort the Frackpipe!

"The Canadian prime minister has already said to the American president, if you don't want to build this pipeline to bring – create 20,000 American jobs and bring oil through the United Statesto the largest refinery complex in the world, Houston, I want to put it straight west in Canada toVancouver and ship the oil direct to China," Gingrich said at the debate.

"You'll lose the jobs, you'll lose the throughput, you'll lose 30 or 40 years of work in Houston."
________

And think of all the jobs "created" from the environmental damage this will allow!


Think of all the private prisons that will swell with middle class Americans that protest this for eternity!



Think of poor, poor Houston. Corporate Welfare knows no boundaries.




A State Department analysis of the Keystone plan pegged the job gains as far fewer than 20,000. The report estimated that "The construction work force would consist of approximately 5,000 to 6,000 workers, including Keystone employees, contractor employees, and construction and environmental inspection staff."

get off the Frackpipe!

"Robert Rector, a senior research fellow at the conservative Heritage Foundation, questioned whether some people classified as poor or low-income actually suffer material hardship. He said that while safety-net programs have helped many Americans, they have gone too far. He said some people described as poor live in decent-size homes, drive cars and own wide-screen TVs.

"There's no doubt the recession has thrown a lot of people out of work and incomes have fallen," Rector said. "As we come out of recession, it will be important that these programs promote self-sufficiency rather than dependence and encourage people to look for work."

______


"About 97.3 million Americans fall into a low-income category, commonly defined as those earning between 100 and 199 percent of the poverty level, based on a new supplemental measure by the Census Bureau that is designed to provide a fuller picture of poverty.


Together with the 49.1 million who fall below the poverty line and are counted as poor, they number 146.4 million, or 48 percent of the U.S. population. That's up by 4 million from 2009"


_____




One hundred million hungry wide screen TVs, starved for the power to tune IN, turn ON, and drop addiction to oil.


Get off the Frackpipe!



Wednesday, November 30, 2011

millions of workers strike in the U.K.

___________




Tuesday, November 22, 2011

their answer struck forward


being soft and weak where they wish us not
predicting flaws that make virtue
pale opalescence

having frequented busy usurpations in progress
having been given indignities
while asking for help

i consider why our softness is less than theirs,
why their weakness is greater when they are us?
fraught, indelibly

writ in egg on chicken
as vets return to reruns from all wars
feather their lost nests

in limbs gathered, hunted
coveted magic ball answers,
dumb assholes.

their answer
not only objects
it strikes forward.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

the size of the ponder

quack mire easy assembly,
easily attained with blind duck
drunk cold duck duck blinks

now it is on federal lands.
used

to be
long mired by the elk in a fen
richly endowed
with his story of layered crud slop,

among coy
caged fish in a shrunk plaza

the size of the ponder
means a lot to the ideas there to grow,

without scope
nor moneykey trials

sum assembly required

working on change is a panhandler's fool's gold
when change is the currency we breathe
not elk breath

but crown victoria's subject of admiration

here to catch the falling leaves

embedded is as embedded does,
foot-rot mythosophy

don't stand out when you crate your stand
on their slipbox,
sum
assembly
re



-mired

black maria

order prevails in paralytic charm
we each get a turn to mein nothing
noodling messages like air guitar patriots
mainly for manly form
dressed in garbled garb of tarped autonomy
here i hear our dissonance departing
it is called a beat
gumshoes, or gaul lashes
fertile riotry

even order is confused
when non-charmed volks
drive paddy wagons

mein street

consensus forged
behind closed whores
now is that good business practice?
open mein street
the elk decrees liberty
contiguous, contagious

unadulterated and
wholed, hearty and not yet hale
though i lean

toward jeffersonian
anti-slavery hyperbole

dicta anathema

push me to dare you to push me
i'm a new man made old
your sorry story sold well
well deep dryness in a heart made of aquifer ghosts
libido frond shade
it ain't a tussle
castles need dragons or their parapets
sob obsolete
replete with tugs
pulling incredulity

either fertile, or sterile
procedure emanates
false dicta permeates

cuz, well, that's what dicta does

cardboard jewelry

collusion assembles regular- like,
transformenters hyphenated
background chatter squirrel massage
the park is yucky to the eye
the disreputable folks are folked up
the elk wears cardboard jewelry

shitty hall

poems are technological anathemas, cast either
from or to two toos
echoing reverberations of endorsement,
also concurring in a general disassembly
that rectitude is verbotten
sounds nasty, is nasty (but tasty


if you are shitty hall

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Obama Abides No Freedom Nor Adheres to No US Constitutional Notion of Individual Rights

The President said:


"For America must always stand on the side of freedom and human dignity.

Abroad, America’s greatest source of strength has always been our ideals.

The same is true at home.

We find unity in our incredible diversity, drawing on the promise enshrined in our Constitution:

the notion that we are all created equal, that no matter who you are or what you look like, if you abide by the law you should be protected by it;

that if you adhere to our common values you should be treated no different than anyone else."


____________

just look at the choice of words: the "promise" of the Constitution?


the "promise" of the Constitution?

promise :" an assurance one will or will not undertake a certain action, potential for achievement, seem likely to, give an indication of,

the "notion" of equality?


"notion:" a concept, idea, opinion, vague view of understanding, inclination, fancy, or whim

one need "abide" by laws to be protected by them? since when? laws are enforced on lawBREAKERS who DO NOT abide by laws.

"abide:" tolerate, endure, stand, suffer, support, bear

and finally, must we "adhere" to some fuzzy concept of "common values" to be treated equally?

"adhere:" stick fast to, give allegiance to


I am rather flabbergasted at the grave import of these statements of carefully chosen words, coming from a Constitutional "scholar."


I am truly shocked at how plainly he is saying: we have no inherent rights.


They are all qualified by our conduct and appearance to others!



the US Constitution: inherent rights embodied by fundamental principles of governing.


that is my definition, and one of my favorite gods.




Friday, June 05, 2009

fast binders


fast friends make friends fast
don't eat: them: fast: friends: relish them,

your dog may be hot
but the bun is bland and blown with sand and grit

of which we eschew
in pickled sweetness brine

chewsy until the molars drop
not from the gums

but to the floor.
full of gold no doubt, scooped up by friends, no doubt

redeemed in lieu of having to sue.
howjadoo? howjadoo?

"and you shake their little hands/
howjadoo"

it is known as an advance

ain't no friend of mine
is a refrain i disdain like dylan on pain who caint unsplain the scrit of brain

(google calls THIS spam
their sausage servers smell it and says it's too spicy)

"i'm wild about their loving/
i like to have my fun"

how you forge friends

you put it out there
d-day style

and ask 'em to take your check
for their questionable goods:

wanna peek under the hoods
coulds shoulds and drill for oil the peckerwoods

oil that must be refined
must be bottled and divined, as to purity

for intricate cogs require lugubrious
attention: howjadoo?

you shake their little plans up and down,
how do you do?






water time

water in the basement
where it should not be

water in the knee
watered down screed

water for the unthirsty
water on the summer orchard

there is one time and place for hydration:
nature's time.

our time is a wet towel
and 6 sets of nostrils, 4 nostrils dry

it's a board decision
chess, candyland, parchesi

parched easy.
oh, swell.


toward the 4th quarter locker room sermon

either play ball or keep yer cajones
in a safety sack on the shelf

either way, it's take your tour of the sausage mill
because things fall off that shelf all the time

bumped off
knocked off

whacked off
offed on and off, switcherooed

it's more of how you work the ball
than play it, cuz it won't take quarters

and all work is free
while play costs arms and legs

what we do and don't
measure our can't eye levers

tipping balance toward stability.
period, the size of a ball.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

range

own a home
buy a lie

bed a dream
sleep a life

bleed a day
feed a home

rotten wood
indians gone

* * *

now, they're timber barons
begging toothpicks

for casino martinis,
slumdog zillionheirs.

*** *** ***

poor form
forms poor

farms, grown
of groans.

never needed a farm
needed range.

will show

accumulating a loyal following
is the job for flea collars

ringing miami.
a disloyal following may by definition, lead.

to shed attachments
was buddha's occupation.

to add superfluous foot kissers is to have slippery paws.
to slup is divine.

when buddha's cuisinart
lost a blade you bet he went online for a replacement.

put it on credit.
will show, honey wine.

flea collar for an equator in love

baby bird can half fly
baby duck can swim twice pecking fast

slow food moves profit lines

here, it doesn't wanna hear, it. shrillings are worth
big know. eaten, the bug

flies thrice, masted. masticated and eschewed,
with can't eye levers

sheer primordial autopilot.
if you want,

you find. water under the webfeet,
claws drawn up into torsoes not quite flying but almost not crashing

i'm in love
with agony.



what else will leave me alone?

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Revising the Revisionists with my Vision

"Jackstraw was born when rhythm guitarist Darrin Craig and lead player Jon Neufeld met mandolin picker David Pugh and bassist Jesse Withers in 1997 at Artichoke Music, a Portland guitar store and acoustic music institution. Not long after their formation, Jackstraw recorded their first album and hit the road"

(cut and pasted from the Jackstraw Myspace page)
___________


Actually, Jackstraw was "born" when Forest Bloodgood met Darrin and Jon playing open mic at the Laurelthirst in 1997. At the time, they performed as Good Earth. Soon thereafter, David Pugh, Vaughn Wilson, and Kevin Kerberg were performing at various pubs and venues, Portland's Saturday Market, and parties as Jackstraw. Kevin "bingo" Richey played the banjo when Vaughn was unavailable, and all these people recorded at Sound Impressions studio resulting in the album, Home Far Away.

Soon after the release of the CD, Forest and Bingo were booted from the band; Kevin Kerberg returned to college in Kansas; and Vaughn stuck with the band, until relocating in Colorado. Another Jesse played bass with Jackstraw as well.

As awkward as it may be to point this out, I speak the truth, and whoever wrote their Myspace blurb probably took mythology into their hands for the sake of "simplicity."

*** **** ****


Likewise, the Freak Mountain Rambler's have a much more complex and peopled "birth" than their Myspace page reports. Jimmy Boyer, David Reisch, and Kevin Richey were playing Sunday happy hours there in Feb. 1995 when I had my schoolbus-home parked at a house on Glisan where Jimmy and lots of other cats lived. Jimmy brought me in by invitation, and I became a regular player, showing up after the Portland Sat. Market, often with my daughter Surreal being attended to by Dale and Shirley or other kind regulars.

Many many players cycled thru; numerous drummers(Dead Moon's, also the tweaker who took cellphone calls while playing!), VIP guests sat in. Before Billy Kennedy offered up the name Freak Mountain Ramblers, many regulars just called it "church." When Roger North began playing drums for the Freaks, the band developed quickly from a one-show-a-week deal to a unit ready to gig anywhere and anytime. The self titled first album, Freak Mountain Ramblers, came out in 1999. I quit the band effectively in July 2000, as I had a new baby daughter, Isis. Turtle joined in when Kevin moved to California, and Paul Bisset, the wonderful washboard player of many years also quit playing Sundays.

This all goes to state: the band has deep roots, from the late 60s certainly, but also from 1995-2000, when the Sundays were an inclusive hootenanny, and anything could and did happen. Here's to music, memories, and added perspectives to history. And thanks to Jimmy, Dave, and Roger, for showing me the ropes.


*** *** ***

obviously, it isn't so much when a band is "born," but when it is rebranded, by its adoptive parents.

wah wah wah!

can't take off the tattoo, now.





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The Freak Mountain Ramblers present a unique blend of Rock 'n Roll, Bluegrass, Alternative Country, and Country Blues. With a lineup including 3 members of the inimitable and notorious Holy Modal Rounders
The Freak Mountain Ramblers present a unique blend of Rock 'n Roll, Bluegrass, Alternative Country, and Country Blues. With a lineup including 3 members of the inimitable and notorious Holy Modal Rounders/ Clamtones amalgamation of the '70s and '80s, FMR has its roots in the underbelly of the alternative music scene that existed at that time both in Portland and across the country.

During the past 7 years the Freaks have accumulated a loyal following in the Portland area by dependably creating beauty and bedlam at their live shows

/ Clamtones amalgamation of the '70s and '80s, FMR has its roots in the underbelly of the alternative music scene that existed at that time both in Portland and across the country.

During the past 7 years the Freaks have accumulated a loyal following in the Portland area by dependably creating beauty and

ing thring the past 7 years the Freaks have accumulated a loyal following in the Portland area by dependably creating beauty and bedlam at their live showe past 7 years the Freaks have accumulated a loyal following in the Portland area by dependably creating beauty and bedlam at their live sho

Monday, May 25, 2009

mum's the sword

i'm on strike with strikes.
just like you. lie.

you lie.
you strike, liar.

i'm struck, lain.

by lies.
take a stand, meet the lie.

laid, or not, by strikes
we're struck.

mum's not the word.
'tis the sword.

Monday, May 18, 2009

spoon fed robots

if it looks like censorship,
stinks like censorship,

it is sensor shit.
they say "our robots

think(haha
that YOU are a robot

my pot thinks your kettle is black,
too.

alice and wonderland nonsense=spam
james joyce=spam

modern poetry=a refuge
from the robots

yes, i don't spoon feed you.
you must lift the food

to your own
open mouths.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Saturday, October 04, 2008

achille's jockstrap: google

achille's jockstrap: nothing to hold up.

odysseus's siren: hear nothing see nothing do nothing sign bill.

hercules's agean stable: muck out the elephant stalls for some donkey crud.

zeus's leda: swan song for mcpalin.

oedipus's rex: kill the constitution and marry the bible.

the trojan's horse: a maven maverick.

classics most would ignore with a wink and a rip van winkle nod.






why censor the classics, google?

Friday, September 05, 2008

failure of government exemplar

a DARing "rescue plan"

this is the thousand day swim, buddy. should have left the six pack back on the beachbush.

wow. what about "pre-emptive rescue plans"

better knowed as ABSTINENCE FROM SWINDLING

.addicted to what?
add dick to what?chain bush, now. wusscheney
.is this echo chamber working, or

on TRIKE?three failures of government:

executive
judicial
postpartum

don't rescue fanny and freddy, push them into a big green pillow

fannie and freddie are lost in the woods of the world market
they are scratched and a bit bloody by the attack of twigs
and the ravenous bark amidst blackberry catacombs of loserliness avenue

who will rescue poor poor freddie, and fannie.
with the names of orphans from bergman, dear waifs kicked to the winds
by overpilled Execs enamoured of pecks from roostered rosters
and pecuniary impostors

fannie and freddy may have to mate in the wild
to keep the breed going
may have to eat one another, then mate.

who knows, but the tears of these small giants whimpering amidst the cobwebbed horizon
strikes a curdle in my milk. i cannot sup but for their wayward plight.





verily.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/09/05/AR2008090503351_Comments.html



one doesn't rescue(risk lives in the attempt)----------enormous Corporations from
untenable precipices. one Pushes them to the right




landing spot.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

spent shells near the columbia


like easter eggs whose candy has flown the coop
clustered on a nest of basalt

lipstick tubes whose missles have sputtered the clay pigeons into dust

chinese handcuffs for one-armed men

periscopes for the stupid attempting to spy on the sky

new-aged icecream push-up pops

litter gathered from a scattershot response to a silent sunday

eggr0ll wrappers married to brass

spent shells along a bankrupt beach whose crabs walked away,
washed away by the sulfur smell and the allure
of floating amidst a haze of misses
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Sunday, March 16, 2008

maria martinez bowl quintana gallery

someone buy this so i can buy new mud-digging shoes!


http://www.quintanagalleries.com/htmls/historic/pottery/pages/fbpt0001.html


my great-grandma emma and her tubercular son john bought it somewhere around 1925 for a few bucks i imagine. my how this appreciate, when they are appreciated.


thank you maria for your skill and unique expression.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

antitruthlessnessfullness

and how is it that the Offal Office can't keep, as by law, the emails for 450 consecutive days, and they have ROOM to spare for sifting thru millions if not billions of transmissions at the SAME TIME in NSA datamining?

Saturday, December 15, 2007


one must use care.


as evidenced in the precise incongruity of free living. gosh b, less.
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ekone living planter car


food of all creation; rust. and an imperfectible sense of wildcrafted whimsy.

don't look too far for the joads...
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ekone horse camp

turn out for the barrels.


summer in southern washington, ready to hit the trail.
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007

behind ray; bison windmills of revolution

offerings of plenty to the mightiest of allies.

a million years old, buddy.
ray, off his horse; an unnatural sight.
and behind ray, the windmills of the coming revolution.

who'd of thunk it...ekone...
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

ray's place, home of the good spirits

the lodge; first good snow of the year, dearly december.

trails, paths, footsteps; snowpadded expanses. every breath a dent upon the silence.

a parallel insistence coddles the horses in a blaze of white, horseshoepits rendered seasonally bereft
of potence. the snow is dry and the air is good. firewarmed rooms await.
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