Moebuis strip
I never got that trip
lard on toast
peanut butter on a
cracker the crumbs
disturbing sleep
the room an attic
of ongoing principles
and sweated ideals
sleep apnea
I wore my crazy hat
and went out overdressed
as if I was to head off overland
in shiny Biltmore blacks
I never had the good boots
gumbo ankle sucking tours
dust and grit in July swelter
black ribbon of cloth
and cheap cracked knock
off shades

the rain fed into the pockets
melting reciepts into sculptures
cough candies and change
an extra five pounds to hump
winters gravel thrown up the back
dirt clawing out the bearings
I can feel the rear wheel swinging
on the tight corners now
like an old ship
throws out the wonky hip

sat in with the heads and brights
but I was a forty watt bulb to their
show glare
How they miss the madman
then
immortals we wished
pneumonia bad eyes
we fought the monotony
and reproach
bee bopping fat cats on
the fence
taking a tin or a shoe
now and then

whats it all about alfie?

chugging through it
dropping twitter notes
we've fallen to the
land of Yea here be dragons
our fangs grown
the lines grooved
like fantastic masks
of older men

still like my faded sodden day
i'm rolling
a bowl of spaghetti and peas
doused with burger grease
washed down with coffee
full of grounds from a bad
filter and the cigarettes
which help kill the edge

dulled into submission
by the whirl of the fan
the great gpu medication
for the meditation
.ooommm.