still plastic surgery for
dogs is on the rise
in the U.S. and
Europe
2/26/09
2/25/09
All The Sinners Saints
a good friend goes into
surgery this morning
to have a chunk of his
tongue cut out and
some glands removed
from his jaw because
of cancer from all the
years of smoking and
drinking and that kind
of thing always gets you
to thinking of the time
you yourself have left
during this big stress test
called life where in the
end all the partying won't
mean shit to a tree if no
one is glad to see you go
surgery this morning
to have a chunk of his
tongue cut out and
some glands removed
from his jaw because
of cancer from all the
years of smoking and
drinking and that kind
of thing always gets you
to thinking of the time
you yourself have left
during this big stress test
called life where in the
end all the partying won't
mean shit to a tree if no
one is glad to see you go
2/24/09
2/22/09
Prequel To A Wasted Life
I'm in that movie
Festival Express
shot up there in
Canada the summer
of '70 when I was
19-years-old you
can spot me during
the Calgary segment
when Pigpen is
jamming and I'm
standing there rocking
out skinny as shit
in my antique glasses
denim shirt and little
bebop hippie hat
with a scraggly beard
as if in some queasy
time machine drinking
vodka with Janis those
huge nightly bonfires
we had with all the
cowboys in town for
the Stampede passing
the reefer across the
naked eyes of some
young pretty girl face
with the core of my
poem in hand like the
Ray-O-Vac I shone up
into the Northern Lights
to get a glimpse of how
I must look now
Festival Express
shot up there in
Canada the summer
of '70 when I was
19-years-old you
can spot me during
the Calgary segment
when Pigpen is
jamming and I'm
standing there rocking
out skinny as shit
in my antique glasses
denim shirt and little
bebop hippie hat
with a scraggly beard
as if in some queasy
time machine drinking
vodka with Janis those
huge nightly bonfires
we had with all the
cowboys in town for
the Stampede passing
the reefer across the
naked eyes of some
young pretty girl face
with the core of my
poem in hand like the
Ray-O-Vac I shone up
into the Northern Lights
to get a glimpse of how
I must look now
2/18/09
If The Chimpanzee
ever tramples
gemstones on
a skid road in
your heart just
remember
Shakespeare
liked those blue-
veined titties as
big as an atlas
filled with
places you still
need to go
gemstones on
a skid road in
your heart just
remember
Shakespeare
liked those blue-
veined titties as
big as an atlas
filled with
places you still
need to go
2/15/09
La Troca
a week ago at this reading I did
in Saint Cross with Opstedal the
last living poet in town this grey
head/bearded old dude came up
reminiscing about being at a
reading I did there circa 1979 in
the Victorian house I lived in for
a year while working on the
Bug Death MS on that very day
they began demolition of the
joint and all the local heavys
were there to read with me I
quess because I billed the whole
thing as Nettelbeck's Final
Reading and they were glad to
see me go because I used the
proceeds from the admission to
finance my move to Oregon in my
cherry 1950 Chevy 5-window
pickup where I went out into the
woods and drank beer and shot
off guns until I got it all out of my
system but that's that sad story
anyway this guy was very sweet
talking about those old days and
how glad he was to see me that it
was good we were still alive and
didn't I miss this and that and so
and so and have I seen Kessler
lately and I said well he's standing
right there and that got rid of him
but it got me thinking about how
much I missed that fucking truck
until an old-time Beatty homeboy
showed up with some whiskey
and turned out all the lights
in Saint Cross with Opstedal the
last living poet in town this grey
head/bearded old dude came up
reminiscing about being at a
reading I did there circa 1979 in
the Victorian house I lived in for
a year while working on the
Bug Death MS on that very day
they began demolition of the
joint and all the local heavys
were there to read with me I
quess because I billed the whole
thing as Nettelbeck's Final
Reading and they were glad to
see me go because I used the
proceeds from the admission to
finance my move to Oregon in my
cherry 1950 Chevy 5-window
pickup where I went out into the
woods and drank beer and shot
off guns until I got it all out of my
system but that's that sad story
anyway this guy was very sweet
talking about those old days and
how glad he was to see me that it
was good we were still alive and
didn't I miss this and that and so
and so and have I seen Kessler
lately and I said well he's standing
right there and that got rid of him
but it got me thinking about how
much I missed that fucking truck
until an old-time Beatty homeboy
showed up with some whiskey
and turned out all the lights
2/12/09
Sputum Beach
for Billy
we walked down to the water
in Santa Cruz where the cigarette butts
come up to nudge the shards
of mother-of-pearl and empty Gatorade
bottles with all the velocity of
a transdermal Mexican show tune
and the fuck if she wasn't still
impressed although it was her very first
time at 36 seeing the ocean
but I was jaded of course to be back
in the place where radio waves
refuse to carry a drunken voice yet the
street people continued to carry
around my father's face alongside one of
those WILL WORK FOR pieces
of cardboard so I held her beer anyway
when she got down to play in
the wet sand while breakers broke like
the heart of an ugly valentine
on this one lost weekend in the rain
we walked down to the water
in Santa Cruz where the cigarette butts
come up to nudge the shards
of mother-of-pearl and empty Gatorade
bottles with all the velocity of
a transdermal Mexican show tune
and the fuck if she wasn't still
impressed although it was her very first
time at 36 seeing the ocean
but I was jaded of course to be back
in the place where radio waves
refuse to carry a drunken voice yet the
street people continued to carry
around my father's face alongside one of
those WILL WORK FOR pieces
of cardboard so I held her beer anyway
when she got down to play in
the wet sand while breakers broke like
the heart of an ugly valentine
on this one lost weekend in the rain
2/11/09
2/5/09
Love Interest
driving down to the
scrimmage to become
your slave would you
if you didn't work and
drank all day tell me
you are the real nigger
pissed off trading places
with anyone on that
rotisserie of faces when
another bone discovered
at the job site means
the whole day off
scrimmage to become
your slave would you
if you didn't work and
drank all day tell me
you are the real nigger
pissed off trading places
with anyone on that
rotisserie of faces when
another bone discovered
at the job site means
the whole day off
2/4/09
A Poet Is Born
for Kevin Opstedal
you second
cousin to midnight
on a have-not
road that's riddled
with more painful
holes than a
blues harmonica
or the window of
time pelted with
gale force tear
drops in that house
of cards where the
empty hammock
swings for no one
you second
cousin to midnight
on a have-not
road that's riddled
with more painful
holes than a
blues harmonica
or the window of
time pelted with
gale force tear
drops in that house
of cards where the
empty hammock
swings for no one
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