on the king's highway in the prefecture of perry

j's fingerprints are on the walls
bible in the drawer, tea light supplied
by a thoughtful packer from home.


 watch the flame dance in the ashtray.
love georgia because they have not yet
outlawed smoking.  a big king size bed
with   mirror positioned to the right
side. opposite the handily supplied alarm
clock. if you like the linens, please
go to our.com to order. nothing
bolted to the wall, 47 inch color monitor, flat
screen so you can watch the daily
and the report in real time. but you miss them.
masturbate with the electric screwdriver
masturbate with words
on company time. add it into the set up 
they're still paying you by the hour worker b. and music
supplied by one m
s niven q.e.d., lately seen in london
france & fancy underpants

clock out. your time.







i an i and a bongo track.
a large slow gait on the bass.
trucks going by on 75 at 90.


i am robot. don't say a word.
fix it. machinery. feed it.
chicanery. i brought bukowski
bishop and watts. there is no


wet bar. we took a clay road
off the interstate past the factory
then right,

on to the motel. there's things
need to be fixed. call in the geekery.
every road takes us far from home.








tonite the world could end.
you never can know
when the last
of something is
while you're in it

it's alive right up until

 the heart attack ends. isn't it?












there's, like, romantic songs
on this station.  i'm afraid
to go to sleep you
might be in my dreams.