Jailbreak

Laying down the line again.

This time it rhymes it does.

It takes about the time it takes

to fuck and bust a nut.

I’m smoking while I do it too,

at lunch while I’m at work.

Early in while writing it

comes easily at first.

Line for line and pound for pound

I guess I’m not too shitty.

It’s hard to think when all

I think about is ass and titties.

That’s a joke. You get it?

Good. I’m glad that I’m amusing.

I wish I had a longer break.

These lines are time consuming.

But it’s alright and good and well.

I have a couple seconds.

Laying down the line again.

Another fucking sentence.

not too much to do today.
the television lights the room.
the cigarettes are running low.
not much money not much food.

I ate the last before I spent
the last few bucks on beer and scotch.
the time is almost 2 o’clock
it’s time for whiskey on the rocks.

the whiskey bottle’s empty though
and I don’t even have a cent.
I want some scotch but then again
I am 2 weeks behind on rent.

not too much to do today
but watch the leaves fall off the trees.
the wind’ll blow them under cars
and into piles on the street.

The eyelids were thin
and the sun tore through them
like a newsboys fingers on
a rainy day.
The church bells were
a thousand police dogs
barking and howling
and lunging from the steeple.

There were pigeonshit rain drops
splattered on the plateglass.
The ants hairy feet tapped
in unison as they marched
across the warped wooden windowsil.

And the telephone poles stand at attention
and the parking meters tick away the minutes
in coin while
the men on the manhole shake
papercups.

The elephants downshift and rummble through
the heat rippled blacktops.
A cigarette burns down to
the cotton and goes
out just above the
lipstick prints.

The lungs inhale the
exhaust fumes and the oily hands
collect soot and dust and pollen.
The armhair’s crabgrass with a ragweed daughter.
The toenails are fools gold tiles
piecing together mosaics
as the feet tread the stony sidewalks.
The mockingbirds sing only one note.
The squirells vomit acorns on the treetrunks.
The horseflies laugh and shit where they eat.
And with a litle luck,
someone will compose a symphony
about all of it.

I knew a man who liked to count

anything he could,

every ant on

every tree in

all the fucking world.

Every hair on every head

from lands of

near and far,

and every note the minstrel strummed

upon his gay guitar.

He counted every grain of sand

of every beach and bank.

He counted every

piece of shit

that either

smelled or stank.

He counted every

rock and stone on

every riverbed.

I knew a man who liked to count

like every word you said.

He counted every pump he humped

on every whore he fucked.

He counted every

squirming sperm

in every

busted nut.

Every star in all the sky.

Every tear in every eye.

Every sail on every ship

and every girl and

both her tits.

I knew a man who liked to count

anything he could,

every breath he ever took

and all his morning woods.

The fucker counted

this and that

and them

and those

and all,

and every punch he ever threw

in every bar room brawl.

He counted every sip he took

of every beer he drank.

Every nickle dime and cent

in every goddamn bank.

I knew a man who liked to count

anything he tried.

He counted every thought he had

until the day

he died.

The world meant nothing
When it was all over
It was hard to
Laugh and to
Live.

Move ahead
Move
Ahead the
Heart said.
Don’t look back
Don’t look back the
Mind said.

Shut up the
Man said
Be quite in there.
Don’t you tell me what to do.
But, the man didn’t
Look back and the
Man pushed
Forward through the swampy
Place.
Vines
And marsh
Vines and marsh and algae
Mosquito larvae and mosquito
Mothers
Biting and eating his blood.

And the leeches
Had a
Party.
And the parasites all
Clapped and
Laughed at the mans
Blood while they drank away and
Grew fat and
Tired.

The spiders weaved a
Banner.
It sparkled in the mercury
Swampwater.
The cottonmouths blinked
A teary eye.
The woodpeckers tapped
A swollen beat and the katydids
Danced on the cypress knees.
The Spanish moss swayed and
Trembled.
The hoot owl spun his head and blinked one eye.
The man stopped to
Piss on an
Orchid but
The orchid said
Wait, piss on that cattail.
The man said okay and unzipped.
The orchid thanked him with
A bow of gratitude and
Pointed him in the
Wrong direction.
The man noticed a hint of treatchery
In the orchid’s tone,
But he ignored it and went ahead.

Soon, the moon beamed a
Smile and the irrikanji danced
In the muck.
The man waded through the murk
Cautiously and made sure not
To let the irrikanjii’s tendrils touch
Him.
The man was afraid,
But the
Irrikanjii
Parted and let him through.
No problem at all
They told him.
No problem at all.

The cricket rubbed its
Legs together and put spark to the tinder
And made a
Fire so the man could be warm in the swampy
Nighttime.
Thank you
The man said.
You crickets sure are a nice bunch
Of fellows.
Oh, don’t mention it said the cricket.
It was no trouble.
No trouble a tall.
Well, the man said.
Here’s some wheat for you and
Yours.
Oh, thank
You
The cricket
Said.
Thank you
Dearly.
My children will feast tonight.
A grackle sat perched
On a cypress branch
And listed to the conversation
And when the man fell asleep
The grackle swooped down and snatched up the cricket
In her beak
And
Swallowed him down.

Yum yum
The grackle said
Yum yum
What a wonderful snack.

When the sun came up,
The man woke up.
He gathered what little belongings he
Had and set out for the great river.
He walked and
He waded.
He swam and he danced on a mossy
Stone.
Wow. The man said
This moss is
Like a natural carpet.
The moss smiled at his remark and
Spit in his eye.
Fuck you, you green bastard
The man said. I have to take a shit.
The man shit onto the moss
And the moss said
Thank you.
Thank you for helping to fertilize
Me. The man reached for a cypress leaf
To wipe his ass.
No, no, you mustn’t
Use that
The moss said.
Here use this,
This is
Much
Better.
The man took the other leaves and wiped,
But when he was halfway
Through,
He realized that it was
Poison ivy.

Drat the man said
Drat, damn, darn
The man said.
He grabbed
A cypress leaf and wiped the rest
Of the shit
From his
Asshole.

The man took out his knife and shaved the moss
From
The stone and
Threw it into the water.
The moss gurgled a
Final message of hate
And drowned.

The man walked away and headed
North to
The great river.

When he finally
Reached the bank,
He began looking for wood to
Make a raft.

He weaved the vines through the wood and tightened
It all
Together.
He hopped onto
The raft and
Set out for home.

Three days
And
Three nights he braved
The big
Rapids and
He made it
Back to his house
in the hills.

Hello dear
His wife said.
Hi. The man said.
Are you hungry dear?
His wife said.
Yes. The man said
And I have an itchy
Asshole too.

Most people will laugh
at things they don’t understand.
It’s easy to laugh.

coldly darkling,
runrun ramhorns.
twiddling twiddling then comeback.
folded cryptkept,
burnt down mastadons,
torndown flatbread scattered on the blacktop.
ringdingle tubeworms
feeling all the pressure plus
there went the six gill
pukingup the nautilus.
turnedto the writingnow
clocks went haywire.
downdown powerlines
squirting out the blue spark.
eyes slam shut hard
rattling the windowglass.
woodpecker cracking up
spitting out the sawdust.

Billboards whipping past.Lights look likecomets.Flies hit my eyes likeair rifle pellets.There’s grease on mypantcuffs.The whole street’s jammed up.police caught a thief, told the thief put his hands up. made a left on broad streetright ohfah snyder avegoing to my girl’s housetightest girl I ever nabbed. and,  I  made it uptownquicker than a whips tip.Ran seven red lights,Riding like a whiz kid.Breath is my metronome,regulating bloodflow.Can’t stop now.Keep kicking up theasphalt.have the spokes spinning andit looks like it’sin reverse.Weaving in and outta gridlock.Looks like it’s beenrehearsed.Heading in the right direction.Anyway’s the right way.Calve musclesbuldging out.Thighs burning slightly.Gotta keep spinningas the sweat cools mybody down.Faster than a bullet.Leaping potholesin a single bound.Everything’s behind me.Leaves turn toicecicles.Watching seasons change fromthe seat ofmy bicycle.

One two three

my man no breaksies

jailbreak jailbreak

rintintin.

Dogpile dogpile

run run ramparts

knock knock runaway

let me in.

Redlight

greenlight

Simon says to take a puff.

open up the stamp bag

deseed it break it up.

King of spaghetti

sitting on the top step.

freezetag freezetag

kicking in the lockset.

Hidden in the berry bush

pocketful of river rocks

throw em at the windows

hidden while they call the cops.

Deadbox bottlecaps

caughtup in the rollerskates

hit the ground real hard

the little kid was overweight.

Skybounce raquet balls

chink on garage doors.

Fresh out of starburst

Tony got a lot more.