VI

no, my lad

i have grown far from Christ Air

my seasons are spent in bed

and i shall speak with no one

i remember the OLD DAYS HOLY SHIT

its enough to make every set of teeth

skid around on grip tape like A REAL TEEN

no longer, i'm afraid

one of the old cats

put his cigarette out

in my bowl of oatmeal

and said that this track would

"kick my ass in the face"

which set of teeth feels more broken?

talkin' butt-teeth blues

when i handed my impressions in

i got them back a little later:

SEE ME AFTER CLASS

VII

jenny, you haven't fooled me

i know you'll just string me on

'we're sorry, the number that you are trying to reach has been disconnected....."

"i'm sorry, we don't have anybody by that name registered at this hotel...."

not this time jenny

i used to call you my switchblade ruby doll

and you used to stretch your mottled arms

and pull me out of the K hole (or my life)

but seriously,

this raises some serious concerns

this is bigger than you, jenny

VIII

I: PRETTY SOGGY HERE

I used to hang out with a bunch of dudes. They would come over with beer in a cooler and we’d play some music on the speakers if the weather was good. Even if the weather wasn’t good, we’d chill still chill, except under this blue tarp tent and without the speakers. On those days with the bad weather, there would still be enough light to come sickly shining down a little bit through the tarp and make the dudes’ look all blue. I’d sit in my lawn chair and survey the dudes, just watch them hanging around looking blue. The dudes come all the time, maybe every day, but I don’t know for sure. I’m like the shepherd of the dude-flock, even though I’d rather not be a shepherd of any kind. Its stressful work, looking after so many little blue sheep.
Sometimes we’d line up some cans out back and shoot them with the BB gun or find heavy things and see who could lift them up. I have been known to pick some really heavy stuff off the ground. Other times we’d just stand and look in different directions. None of the stuff we did can be called important stuff, definitely not. But it was very definitely stuff; just like eternities of stuff that doesn’t have a taste, stuff that I can’t sift through, so all those days just lay in a lump with their colors running. Those days were all days of the serious afternoon beers and on the warming days we just take the truck to the river, with like fifteen dudes riding in the bed and me in the cab driving. We’d probably stand up on this big rock and do some back-flips into the water or just swing back and forth on this decrepit rope-swing, set up by unknown dudes from long ago. We swim in the rivers and the lakes and the pools all the time, whenever we can, because everybody I know secretly wants to drown themselves. But really, all this stuff we do is all good stuff, it only gets gross if you look for a long time. And one thing I’ve learned is that you should never look at anything for a long time.
Sometimes when the weather is shit and its raining while we’re standing under the blue tarp looking around, we don’t talk and you can see the dirt driveway in front of the house turning into a gross old pond with that color beige mixed with some red from the clay, and there are even faint ripples of white in it, all popping up and swirling around in the puddle before they disappear and the rain drops keep coming down. On those days I get the feeling that the whole flock really would just like to go somewhere and go to sleep, I know that’s the way I feel. But nobody ever says anything about that.

IX

"did you hear about the guy who self-immolated in the supermarket?"




"he was in the hygiene section reading the description of every deodorant and shampoo, once he got through around 3/4 of them he wept and then when he finished reading them all he set himself on fire. some of the employees doused him with stuff from the nearby drink aisle, so he's not dead. wether he is 'ok' or not is still a question for the doctors and psychologists that are hovering around his bed in the hospital."

yeah i remember that story
that one made the headlines

i can sympathize

of course i can sympathize

he was probably walking somewhere

he probably saw something in the fog

one of those smoky eves where

'its a night for jack'

'which?'

'the ripper'

'no tonight is werewolves, this one is too bright for jack'

'sure, but have you ever seen a thing in the fog?'

and when you get to where you're going

you remember what you came to do

and stuff you can do

when i get there,

at least I can put my face in a pillow and bawl for 15 minutes

at least once every 5000 years

and then i can look up at the ceiling

and i can look around

in all sorts of ways

it was early last night when
i drank all the beer


i drank such a great beer

and

i incurred a wrath or two

everybody just getting mad
that it was so early
everybody wanted to get drunk
and go to sleep


i had been sitting in my room
since the reagan admin,

just came out last night
to drink everyone's beer

who you callin a 3 beer queer?

before that, my fleece had felt pretty rough

i was out in the canyon, with my crook

feeling miserable with my babes

so i spooned out my own heart limply

and sort of slumped over to watch them go

because i just quit shepherding of all kinds

saw my babes going

away on their own feet

out of that canyon

and when i was by myself

well...

i guess i'll call the bite marks motivational battle scars:

after i cried a time or two behind the supermarket

i came out from behind a dumpster to stand at the podium

because i'm a really motivating kind of person

i wish you had seen the crowd

it was just like 5000 you's and me's

all i told them was,

"lets go to bed"

"everybody just go on to bed"

i told everyone i was big in japan


i'll apologize to everyone later tonight
but i have things to do

all associated with
flokati rugs

or rating restaurants

on the internet

"The pork chop was surprisingly juicy and succulent, something I've never come across when eating pork at a restaurant...which is why I hardly ever order pork."

"The service, garcon, was appalling"

"The marscapone filling picked up an unappealing aftertaste"

when everything could be padded and quiet

and we'd be really bawled up in the breeze

you were drawing something in the bigger room with the lights on

i was in the other one pretending to take a nap

yeah that sounds about right

200% of the time

X

once i asked her
if she would like to go to las vegas

she said yeah
but only because she would like to wear the visor

i believe them

its probably a lot of fun

but my place isn't with the visor

i would be found

watching the tables all spin

definitely throwing down a chip or two

i could

say a thing like,

"ladies by the pool"

"lobster and cigar clip"

"presto"

"go away, maurice. i'm not in the mood for jokes."

"one zillion"

i'd be so fat

and she'd wear the visor

and she'd forget everything

but then again

i'd still to say to her

"dont get carried away"

"remember what we're here for"

don't forget,

a) the false eiffel tower

b) the large fountain

c)all the little churches

d) and the sphinx

XI

what about a new thing every once in a while?

the whole deal is that

nobody gives a shit or wants to read shit anyway

why don't we give it a go?

you scummy one minuter

then theres the happy bonus

that i'm gonna get sued for this

СТИХОТВОРЕНИЕ МИХАИЛА МАЛАШОНОКА

ВРЕМЕНИ БОЛЬШЕ НЕТ
(командировочная фантазия)

Времени больше нет.
Оно вышло, стоит в пижаме
на балконе,
я - в гостиничном номере.

Я так долго боялся этого возвращения!
Блудный сын
просит прощения:

у отца-циферблата,
сестер-стрелок и брата-маятника,
у тополей за окном, у перегоревших лампочек-одуванчиков,
у фонтана, студентов, влюбленных и памятника.

Translation:

Mikhail Maloshonok's Poem

No More Time

(A Business Trip Fantasy)

No more time.

It has gone out, standing in pajamas

on the balcony,

I - in the hotel room

I have feared this return for so long!

Prodigal son

begs the forgiveness

Of father's clock face,

sister's two hands, brother's pendulum

Of the poplar out the window, of the blown out dandelion-lamplets,

Of the fountain, the students, lovers and the memorial.

XII

Dmitri sings

O give me oblivion

Sebastian sings

O under the sea

O give me

im so far away from everything

Im a good boy today

ive got coins in my pockets

and i jangle away

on drugs like a silly old-

But srsly

have you ever been

in a K hole

with good dreams today

with good traumas

as is the function of the times

today everyone asked me

what my job is going to be

thats bullshits

no, no, but i do have career prospects

and feeling better, i guess ill answer:

get out and check out

those deep sea fish

what i mean by that is that

i'd like to say hello

to the ones with the lanterns

deep sea diving,

you mean

in a sense

down there its very cold

down with the 'onion eye grenadier' fish

which doesn't have a wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onion-eye_grenadier

plus, you cant even go down there

you cant personally hello

any of the deep sea fishes

they have robots that do it

or so i assume

XIII

everything i touch
turns into flash cards

that includes roses
and even false floral

the future always
just looks so damn dumb



at least from here,

with booger planets

and blacked out sea things

it gets way worse though
on narrow ruled
with margin
8x11


tupac tried the future
he was never the same

XIV

you should see them flopping around

its ominous business, really

like they did it on purpose

just to get your goat

to be a good person,

never miss the water

this is something i don't feel comfortable talking about:

i'm always thinking about a better world

i thought it might be a better world

if i added 'das' to all of the nouns

das baby is one to keep in mind

you don't need to tell me twice

last time i went so hard

i was gone

for a long time

and was in no mood

for a thing

XV

MARIAH COMPASS ROSE

NORTH IS THE DIRECTION YOU GO IN IF YOU NEVER WANT TO IMAGINE A BEACH EVER AGAIN

SOUTH IS FOR WHEN ALL OF THE BABES HAVE FALLEN INTO DIFFERENT SHAPES

'O NO'

WEST EAST!

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO WORK FOR THIS ONE

THIS WORLD IS GROSS VIBRATING FOR MARIAH,

AND YOU

( ^_^) ( ^_^) ( ^_^)

XVI

A pal left the world a few days ago,
You should look at some of his stuff,
I hope everyone will remember Jack

Adoration - Fluffy Lumbers from Jack Rohman on Vimeo.

'Empty World'

"Whalehead"

"Ikon 2"

Here is the link to his blog:

http://tahturc.blogspot.com/

Everyone misses you