thing is

i need to talk to you. i'm glad
i don't have your number. i need to just
let you go let yougo let you go
but i haven't and it hurts like mad.


i feel like i do
then you creep in.
but you're so bad for me.
ok so it's not that
i wnt you, i want someone.
someone who can love like we did
or at least as you did.


sorry babes. i need to call someone babes.
that's sick.


i'm takng a shower and leaving soon.




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the one who would be traveling
says to the one who stays in
wake up you little fart!
there's highways with rubber and goo
to roll over, scenery and viewpoints
with vistas you'll only see from the corner
of the camera. fat ravens , the color of repaving
stone ride air tunnels up to a pool
hall , a gold tooth as cueball

and looking in your window. the moutains follow
you home. you can be anonymous as clouds
rising next to jessica who sleeps tho jamie bangs
and knocks over and over on her window her door
wake up jessie i'm not leaving til you do still
she sleeps or doesn't answer
he'll be back tho. if she's not dead if she didn't
commit it in the bed. patric rides his suzuki
up the room next to me. the pacific inn
fills with wearied roadies, concerts mixed on the cd
each bubbled universe of one or two settling in the
nite each bubble verse impacting the next
with wind tunnel and passage.
















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what am taking from this. the scope
of aloneness. my son sleeps shotgun
with occasional bouts of consciousness.
is it depression or teenhood.
is there a difference?
does all my writing contribute to it?


three hours from my home seems alienating.
the ones back home say to the one who travels
do you know what time it is? my morning is their early
afternoon. the crow continues to circle.
traffic flitters by ,the human surf become machine.
rocks await in the bay at pebble beach. a hollow
tube of redwood skeleton is in the town square. i've
traveled at the pace of grandpas. mine slowly stops
in front of the handicapped room across the way.
the clerk who helped me with internet access
hads a small ring in her nose. she doesn't smile
she says we could pet sharks
we could do a lot of things but my companion sleeps
as if i'm transporting a vampire. the sun has a few hours

left. after all, it's still summer despite the cold.
dog days. the final hurrah. hurricanes could begin
in the gulf but i'm thinking tsunami
and so's the surf shop. he asks me about earthquakes
as if he'd like to know one. shake its big brass paw
and have it for a last supper. i fear the flood after--
small white and blue signs showing evacuation routes
showing all is well, we've thought of everything
to keep you safe, traveller, dweller of the road.
keep moving. "this life is more than just a read thru"




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all along the nites here
there's been tv tumbling into
poetry, curtains drawn against
aliens. i've wanted a chat
because alone can be lonely
the mouse crouching in the corner
watch the cats play. most species love
humans, consider them a delicacy.
but at thai hut, shrimp are the menu
swim in noodles and won ton broth.


she has pictures she reviews
her son says she's crazy and he's seen some of that
in his life. a huge robot army descends on her
ankles and begins to build condos for commorants.
she makes the mail truck at the last minute
spends for the extra quick delivery, debates going out
for soda and water. harleys rumble along us hwy 101.

she's caught between the north and southbound routes
all philosophy dripping up the sides of the earth
disguised as clouds. come in closer on her headphones
which she left in the backseat of some former life.
she thinks she can go home again. she can't talk
to the wayside bar. disinclined to go for a mojito

or a magarita because alcohol
kicks her ass. her weed's almost
gone. she might get desperate enough
to turn off the computer, go find some place people
gather to be other than with themselves, staring
at refractions of inner space junkies. where's
standing where's the last of the drano, where's
the nearest walk in clinic so she can get a scrip?
can someone tell her the rules in this weed friendly state?
kicks herself for not doing the research.
the tv totally draws her into the energy tube
drains the xenon from her will, considers the vacation
paradisio she left behind where her local medicine
man would keep her in cups and ups and not only that
but her son misses his cat. it must be time to go home.
right after she sees what drew her to this coast
full of startled rocks imitating sculpture
and water, wearing them away one wave at a time.