Torrid Ornery....oh they was something all right
a downright character! Torri O they called em
O Boy! but I just swore under my breath..O Damn!
people they crossed the street...That was the gist
of it then....twas not as it is today....

Yellow Fang...all nicotined up and that black instant
coffee...

Raining here...watching doc on Betti Page...a latter
interview...bright woman and still beautiful!
xmas lights glittering off the slick roadway through
the complex...A Dickenson feel to this place...
A windy day of stirred weather..Robert Lious Stevenson
atmosphere...I would in the past dare the routes with
the dog but after breaking the foot two years ago..
Im like...Meh!
things on hold here..stove repair awaiting...rent due
scrape up funding....spent it here...lost it there...
the usual....The offer of the return of the Olivetti
has me thinking...Bunni dont mind if I drag it here
and write during her wakeful hours...
I have to get back to the acrylic paintings...My twenty
five year old kid is doing work...others too..
I know about four artists still actively working...
one of the minds I chat with...she gave me thirty
eight cherry cigarettes...Her old man and my old
lady are likeminded peoples...but her and I are
from that hardened cloth...like old sea canvass
with brine....reminds me of the harder women I
tended to talk with openly about things..
House needs work....dont take long for the dust
bunnies to grow...coffee grounds....grit from
outside and dog hair...the usual...nothing a good
vacuming and mopping and bucket job wont
look after....Happy I got the new clothes for
xmas....a canvass shirt...masculine as I wrote
someone and the brand new pants that are
not all torn to hell...the slick leather gloves
I feel uncomfortable in this....reminds me when
I drove for the family...or before..the long black
woolen soft overcoat..ties...dress pants..leather
shoes.....after hitting the ground running in the
low key undercover look...it just sort of settled
on me like a patina..a dust...faded and worn..
got set in my old man ways...
a contrast....love the attention and hate it all
in one....the wild winds outside settled down
like the wild years of my life....the writing took
over and the idle times.....
been something new that Im not used too
this low breezy existance..

guess thats the contrast and combinations
always someone trying to nail me down or
put me in a box..my mother always took me
on...most of the males bore the brunt well
but I was always trying to figure out the
angles.....till the new muses blew in and
took over and I gave up finally trying to
figure the mystery of women out....
been much better with em since..
they send me out on a mission I go
they slap the seat on the bus...
say...Sit here! I do
coasting...pysch doc meeting come
and gone...city ok...xmas got by here..
will get by the rent thing..fix the stove
clean it scrub it out...
maybe cause it all went well...wheres
before I expected the great ultimatums
sliding through the loopholes on teflon
nothings free....nothings easy....
the inner tension wonders what its
going to cost....
a challenge for sure!!

I see all people as I see my poems
I live that twenty four seven
scan the ban and the ideas never
shut up....and the duality of personas
always coming up with something new
I suprise myself often...

makes for many many poems
and writing....still...

thank U!
Mr wolf!