


Second full-body self-portrait glued to the back of and upside-down from the first. Three 6×6 hot-press watercolor paper, gouache, watercolor ink, ballpoint pen ink, sharpie.
Second full-body self-portrait glued to the back of and upside-down from the first. Three 6×6 hot-press watercolor paper, gouache, watercolor ink, ballpoint pen ink, sharpie.
Hey, see subject line
My eyes are ok, I’ll have to get yearly laser zaps if necessary to not lose more vision from glaucoma, stay on meds, he thinks I can and should avoid cataract surgery until necessary and I’m very ok with that
Roddy is in a dump off Capital View Road, he saw physical and occupational therapists Thursday and Friday and supposedly sees a speech therapist (who apparently determined whether patients might choke on the all pureed diet this dump serves and Roddy’s on it cause he *was* a choke threat when he first went to hospital, it will take the OK of another speech therapist before the dump can serve him food they can legally let him chew) He’can’t be home by himself but this dump is p(o)r(i)ison and does no one any good, if we break him out on Monday then home care will be covered up to something by insurance.
The four of us will badger him go to daycare, he won’t Everything I remember about working at Asbury as a janitor in the Dear God Let Them Die Wing came back to me, Roddy now talking about God
Of course I started Books of Jacob just to hold the book as object and book as book in hand and each because required reading and like almost every novel I start I caution myself I’m liking it too much and let’s see tomorrow but this one’s roots’ depth evident already I do not regret winning my bet against myself I would start it, I’d break the paperback spine except for that jinxing part when combined with this jinxing part jinxes exponentially
I picked another fight with borth nethesdans, this I confess a favorite obsession, much more powerful than recreational loathing of porth notomac which is half Rockville, two fifths Gaithersburg, one fifth Darnestown, they resent a new map that clusters them with Silver Springers and – here’s the outrage – Takoma Parkers
We entered east moco on Norbeck Road, MD 28, weeks ago, I wrote about MD 28 years ago, we walked the Underground Railroad Trail, trailhead where Layhill turns turns into Ednor crossing Norwood, saw *the* Sandy Spring, east moco *all* USPS-called Silver Spring, I can’t argue a moco neighborhood name east of Georgia Avenue
Books of Jonah may amaze me but I’ll not get 4/5ths of the religious allusions and references in a book that will be interrogating Torah and Koran and Bible and each’s adherents’relationships to the others, don’t get me wrong, this is a reason to read it, I hope the 5/5ths on helmetball teams and glee clubs teaches me something much smarter than dumb I am, I’ll get the part about zealotry
Both can be true by | ||||
common denominator | ||||
neither of them real | ||||
Personally I’m | ||||
eyeing retirement, my | ||||
complicity my | ||||
blindness my in | ||||
ability to STFU do you | ||||
eleven, I seven | ||||
We’ve done the math re | ||||
tire who tire quicker | ||||
of a not dire | ||||
alarm Cassandra | ||||
please don’t kill the canary | ||||
please be fool and do | ||||
whether vain or not | ||||
keep telling the same damn joke | ||||
Still funny to me |
Breadcrumbs, from trail to honeypot
File fingerprints cut your nose pay with knife
All discovery’s alternatives to ID you butter
photo of cow from sky meadows
sent from my iphone to protonmal
Weegeeing cameras on park ranger trucks scanned my plates anyway
but I can digitally verify if I give the fucking cops my pin I was there
or make them fuck off to the clouds
another ohpep
Weegeeing me I can or can’t stop
Verifying digitally my protonmail iphones
breadcrumbs I’m pork rinds
honeypot trail blazes
I think Trump has no path since any Republican lawyer of Baker has run as far from Trump as invisibly possible
Within fifteen minutes of media’s universal thumb’s up from some shitlord four-star thumbs-upper John Kasich says Biden will trash Social Security
I’m not kidding
President Pence, I see Mike Pence on silly Too Soon To Rank So Let’s Rank 2024 Contenders, Mike Pence has one chance and it’s coming soon, just infamously pardon Trump Inc, does honorable Mike Pence do it
Small, I enjoyed our entire hike today my thoughts of the family cracker’s (in-law) and tribe
About Baker’s Paul Chowder novels: they are great but annoying Paul Chowder reminds me of me
Baker disappered from twitter month two or three ago to work on projects, please be a Chowder
Baker works like a demon on his nonfiction, reading Chowder, he works like a demon on his fiction
I youtubed sunken cathedral, I’d forget it, Baker/Chowder on Debussy, it’s love
If I give New Yorker Magazine my address I can access their safety deposit box of Franz Wright poems
President Pence, dead-ringer for John Gill (I assume you know the Kids in the Hall my pen)
Paul Chowder seldom rewrites, this gives me hope
I am metaphor
motherfucking clusterfuck
yodel re: or yo
My complicity
gave me this haiku
disease Just type and don’t count
That is Jeff what I
do. Digitilized tablets
six of one, combust
able tablets half
of the other. I don’t trust
my translation tab
let to type when I
can’t read my handwriting, by
January I’ll
buy ink abandoned
next June when I don’t feel like
translating scribble
want type no edits
Wait, what, Ruth Bader Ginsberg’s
just died, diatribe
no, I’m laughing, glad
I’m not explaining why, glad
tomorrow morning
I’m not transcribing
wait what ruth bader ginsberg’s
died from ink to type
Lamy’s black ink in a Lamy
fountain pen on white paper
darker than Lamy black ink
on Lighthouse’s beige bleeds
much more on Moleskine rag
scritchs more on white paper
Once I would have grunted a sestina
here. My list of apocalyptic words
BAYnull to bahNAIL exhaustive
I am sixty and new to history
happening, mine, one in nine
mes dies when poxed, my daughter
twenty-seven experiencing history
dependent on dice roll, me? Normally
I write poems in pencil to erase
for palimpsests effect, editing
never a factor. That box from work
I’m burying tomorrow, this poem goes there too
Loop long in Shenandoah today w Earthgirl, first Hike hike since Memorial Day
More tagging.
I’ll call you when I de-google the blog that’s on people’s blogrolls.
Don’t make rules don’t
don’t don’t over think sylla
bles don’t be fuck me
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