if you're not publishing you're not a poet

or maybe just shouldn't use it as your last name
on the fb especially because that's where the work is
that's where the sweat and blood , angst and passion,
flight or crash happens. everything else is just masturbation.

not the fb, jeezus. publishing

.  i should, i know.
i get so easily distracted, discouraged when i understand
there's a game out there and frankly i don't feel
i have time for it. certainly the temperament seems to be
lacking. a time frame is not something i work well with
and my only research paper turned into an apologia
and a see you later. so i understand that those who do that work
would view one who doesn't as a poser. i don't understand though
that i still feel the need to explain or apologise. the work speaks
for itself. if you can find it. and that makes me as much of a poet
as any edit published poet. besides, candy bea called me today.
too strange, i was thinking of her a week or so ago. related to glasses
i think or some discussion of a job or oh yes, insurance. vision.
one fo the few independent opticians around in the eighties.
and how did i know her? did we not work side by side
slinging tacos out the pickup window, just down the street
from the college, closer than taco bell. candy, how many nights
spent hanging in the hood after work, how many times
did we go to your grammas, to lithis, to the towns east of tampa.
i dunno. but i otta close my eyes now.
wonder what will come of this...


gee the ms

start agaom. gee the  mislc os pme o
, rea;;u doggomg/tpp bad tje cp,ercoa;s wo;; caise tje, tp cp;;a[seokmtp cpmsi,erostoc jogpos,aamd breal tje ;ott;e s[e;;
o dpm
t tjoml o
, emteromg tje leu rogjt
wjem o wmat tp retir ot/




start again.
gee kthe  music.
gee the m;usic.it feels like combusible
condesciion. all that gibkberish above  a taste,
a scant dollop
of what goes on in myu brain.

can we get a translater please.
pretty sure there was one great line in tere.

no, not word salad. light up.
become what you were fated to be. hey told me fifferent. no nnnno, lt's go