Monthly Archives: June 2019

And one  more thing….. Have finished, or refinished? , the first chapter of the novel. More to come.   Bob

Notes on the last Poem   PFA stands for Poems from the Archives I have no idea what I was on when I wrote that on my electric Typewriter on  South 12th Street, but they don’t make it anymore, trust … Continue reading →

The Jim Jones Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test I have my standards No bondage on the first date no talks, long into the blue bitter night 6 -of death and drugs and demons and such of the lust you feel for … Continue reading →

Poems from the Archives #4   More Poetry from Germany Computer time Right now the computer is not an orientation tool, it’s a disorientation tool. David Allen Halloween in Hamburg Un net time un met time what is real what … Continue reading →

Droners without Borders   Droners have no Borders we can fly anywhere we have no country we are many and none   Disremember us at your peril If we’re not watching you know It’s merely an oversight totally correctable   … Continue reading →

Stopping at a 7-11 in the Northeast on 6-25-19   “Going down the old mine with a transistor radio” Van Morrison Brown eyed girl   Tuesday, June 25th, 92 degrees and sometime around 4:30 my current and future she my … Continue reading →

Drone Funeral For A and B (This is performance Fred, Art went home to pout)   Note; May rework this but needed to remove it from my brainpan.     A Before we start the service  B There is noone … Continue reading →

My Next Duchess So, I meet this woman, see and ask her back to my place,  and for some odd reason (I looked good or her home looked that bad) she said yes and I told her she was mah … Continue reading →

Poem to noone in particular ( Maybe MacBeth’s wife) You called today back from London, Amsterdam, Lima, and all these other places you swear you wrote me from told you I’m with a woman whom I like deeply and who … Continue reading →

  Declarating of Independence My daughter at seventeen now has declarated her independence a messy necessary job for any child that desires not to live as a child with childneeds and childfears and childlives all the rest of his and … Continue reading →