Author Archives: aldous

osama threw a dart at the map of america or was it the cia? now we dress for war but our shirts have blood stains from whippings on the backs of slave children corporations on the loose gobbling up the … Continue reading →

running up that hill   it’s just pure love i want to hold the last remaining years the few existing months the one or two precious days of childhood in our house the cubbies still poised on the edge of … Continue reading →

what’s in your pocket oh gandy dancer oh pants romancer jimmy and robert tomorrow would swear as they knock back the evening air it’s lemon juice running down your leg but say baba sai it be soma the liquid of … Continue reading →

i got nothin’ balloon blister mailroom maltese on the veranda with a glass of wine we smote history with dripping hot fangs blood love they call it valleys of stupor rains too heavy to work the fields let’s fight you … Continue reading →

waz say, happy man the goal is in the geezer happy man you so tired a curve balls and gettin’ thrown to the lions talkin’ ’bout the lions in the street and roaming hear them roar over the sound of … Continue reading →

misery is melted by the laser beam of vision links of venom snap and into the gap flows love   communal religion is destroyed when some members profit from the suffering of others   hell turns to heaven in the … Continue reading →

why wait western man you can grok it now the cheese and the ants and the love awaken from the spirit sleep be wide awake for violence for the crashing on rocks be good enough and strong enough to die … Continue reading →

the war on innocence; poetry is the desperate act of getting it back. when experience is pure earned and fruited there is love and power and beautiful. when it is twisted and early it is ugly and weak but sickeningly … Continue reading →

if i painted a picture of my heart it would be black in the middle of the picture is a dog-can you see him? he’s the one curled up on the floor, the black one with cool fur like jim … Continue reading →

why all the hoppin’? there’s just no stoppin’ the crazy quazar man now he’s off to play some golf with former guys from steppenwolf a vastly underrated band he hopped around and chased down a cloud rode it to the … Continue reading →

byronfish now i know you’re the salefish did you already get this?   vacuum man   it’s over man i tried to tell you we ran for the tunnel but we didn’t make it it was so far down leaning … Continue reading →

well if it aint the phone company or my old boss or some ancient karmic wreckage twistin’ my tit up in a wringer I guess it’s gonna be you I deserve it sorry but what can I say when the … Continue reading →

I look at me and I look at you my children also in the view what’s inside and what is out what is this vast life all about? I look beyond my window eyes the world I see is full … Continue reading →

I want to let you know brother of the far shore what it is like to be my own recorder of deeds to be alive here and now out of work back in college music in my veins and a … Continue reading →

satellitajupita,     i loved the poem, but why the past tense?  who knows, i might hook up with a bawdry street band in amsterdam.  i’m leaving tomorrow and meeting jack and levon in newark, then on to london, glascow, amsterdam, … Continue reading →