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wh,
1995-08-7/8

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angel of neutrality​

trips. and more
trips.
when on my own
then i float
on the waves of the human ocean
rhythm._ rhythm.
my own.

Rick rents a car
i don't bother
let him choose and drive me
to small family restaurants
to cowboy stores
to get the packs of Coor's beer in large bottles
and to hotel
and to work

i am in a cowboy state
a country life
where
even the mechanical horses smell

another trip Gary
drives dr lee and me...

_ i don't choose the satisfaction
_ of renting my own rental car
_ paid by the cheap tax payer money
_ instead
_ i'll see another city
_ thru another man's eyes

big Gary is driving dr lee and me
the lanes merge_ will it be
the other car or we_ five inches
one_ one tenth_ we win_ long live
rental cars_ big Gary choses
a restaurant where if you eat up
a five pound beef you get another one
for free_ Gary's too old for that and
looks at me._ no._ we
simply order the three
of us and the two
of us drink Gary the driver and me

then we pay and...

long hair unshaven i scare
women at work when i walk by
after five_ you'd think this is
a safe place where you must have
the security clearance but
they don't know me

and neither do managers inside
the super-secret room they get
out of the room from time to time
to ask dr me and dr lee
simple questions

_ 'cos for that fuckin' fee any john
_ can have that fuckin' brain of mine
_ i charge like a fuckin' pimp
_ and never let it come

and never let it go
and never let it come

we went to the restaurant late
we ate and drank and paid and...
we went to the piano bar the guy
knew two
of the russian songs i named
a few more drinks and i explain
the workings of america
the colorful churchcutting grassgoing color
minorities and bums italians blacks south
americans and who knows who else
who make america bearable if not exciting
and the church goers grass cutters wasps
who work and keep america going but boring and then
a clean polite guy two barstools away from me
introduces himself as representing that boring majority
i sober up and feel like an ass
i end up singing anyway
in english
my own lyrics:
people laugh at me straight in my face
a woman runs out of the restaurant
without paying
another
sits next to me and likes me
if i shaved and cut my hair
i would be to her
transparent like air
in a busy garage structure
she's tall and royal and old
her complexion and her dress
make her look homeless
but she invites Gary lee and me
to her place

Gary drives
the rented by taxpayers car
we could save gas
we could breathe into the engine

now we enjoy cold drinks
in her spacious and dark living room
the married and religious Gary
the very chinese and divorced lee
and the forever separated me

_ royal her
_ strokes my hair
_ i royally
_ allow her

Gary looks at the woman
the woman looks at me
i look far away
and nobody cares about lee

she went to the kitchen bar
Gary grabs her breast o Gary
what a vomit i thought
i knew you_ the woman
gets up you want to play it this way
ok put down
two hundred the going rate
right on this table
Big Gary is so small now he fills
the air with words
wobblingly driving back
to civilization a few more
minutes she is tired yes Gary said
let's retire and they do
dr lee and me talk a little and hear
her bird calls thru the wall
dr lee would like to find a girl
but worries about his money

_ dr lee
_ don't ask me
_ have no fear
_ play by ear

Gary comes back zips
his pants under his beer belly
and offers_ gentlemen the bed
is warm if you reflect
dr lee shakes politely his head
i don't bother
i thought Gary i knew you
now i know a little more

we drive to the airport

the window shutter half-down
i tumble down the road of sleep
away from the city ahead of the plane
towards the black ocean and now
carried by waves of indefinite color
rest
me solo sea solo
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who care?

wh,
1982-1995
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my neighbor

my strict stepmother

across the deserted continent

men don't cry

summer 1998

the willow girl and pacific

my nose hides
in a mug filled with amber
next to the bottle's thick green glass

the redhead's summer green eyes project joy
their sun soaked mountain creek amber forest's happy mood

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willow girl got herself
friends and trees in the garden
one chimney on the roof
and one poet on the fence

come california winter-joke
the burning wood in the fireplace
smells good the friends' stories
sound even better
the poet does
what poets do
the chimney
decorates the sky with a fractal
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vision
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disk maintenance

love

wh,
1992
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wh,
1997-02-16

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wh,
1991-11-06
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a tossed coin glowed in the air
wagged its tail too many times
i left

now i carry that casino
glittering under eyelids









wh,
1988-05-30


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that what didn't exist
came back mature
spiderweb like dreams
and boomerang like
a birdling looking for its nest
a swallow vanishing in the far sky thru a black crack
a crow clacking non-stop

my head was beating against them
like a metallic fly
then they were like a hammock
swinging near a lake

someone else have dreamed them
in my head
but called me in vain
i woke up
shutting off
my adolescent past

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my Indian friend's phone is busy
the Indian population exceeds a billion
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