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About Me

I believe all there is left and truly desirable when we remove oursleves from the world and its totally-messed up problems is inimitable love. I love music, poetry, history, science, and hangin' with the fam. At 10 years old I had 3 Beatle albums (1963). I started playing guitar at 14 years old when Bob Dylan became my musical idol. At 16 I saw my first rock concert, the Jimi Hendrix Experience, at the L.A. Forum, April 1969. I love words and their meanings, so I love to write verse--I was a Dylan/John-boy. I love the earth and old stuff, so I collect rocks and buy and sell antiques. I love cameras and love taking pics. I'm a native Southern Californian and love Mexican food. I love working in the kitchen, and I do dishes, but I always wish someone else would wash them for me (I'm a religious pre-washer and will sometimes let them pile up for a day or so until I can't stand it any longer, or someone else won't do them for me. If someone does them for me, I then love that person). I quit smoking for the remainder of my life on May 17, 2002. I love air. I sometimes brew my own beer or make my own wine, and I love any kind of fruit juice with ginger ale and sometimes with a triple shot of 100 proof vodka. Cheers! Myspace Layouts + Myspace Graphics

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drunk titans lollygag

immense and kindly avatarcomes down laconic and ingenuousfears the sight of wavering shapeswipes the mist from round his eyes,comes to prove a soul as wise.half-baked toady meanymanspews his caustic ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Aug 2009 04:47:00 GMT

On the Beach at Assateaque

Saying anything about breaking waves sounds cliché, and taking a stand against them always leads to disappearing sand underfoot.When tide comes insand castles come down.The works of hands are nothin...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Aug 2009 04:40:00 GMT

Limericks

In this day and age of "No Smoking"We loiter outside and get soaking.Fair days or foul nights,We too have some rightsIt's not from the butts that we're croaking.There was a young woman named NancyWhos...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Aug 2009 04:36:00 GMT

Haikus

The Sun sets uponRed-Tail Hawks perched in three trees."Provide their evening meal."Two tiny blue feet.Breach births are scary as hell. We now have a son.Fixed on Polaris I turnto face Orion.He never ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Aug 2009 04:28:00 GMT

left coast

im moving left, so deft a move,a more centered-groove;where I was,theres nothing left.think its timeto call the rollto see whos name is fair game:blackball, then take a poll.choose your slime,wont...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Aug 2009 04:16:00 GMT

Promises Are Made To Be Broken

The anger and gritting of teeth seep inthrough the cracks of daily assumptionuntil one day there is a flood of words,and the shock sends you for buckets of therapy.I never knew crisis intervention mea...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Aug 2009 04:04:00 GMT

Piccadilly

I climbed up from the underground,unabated sweating in its abject air.As I reached the upper stair,I heard their fervid chantingand saw the crowd,madcap and daft,gathered at the fountain's spring.Swif...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 08:55:00 GMT

An Epidemic

I. Sine Qua Non Tonight, I walk in deep streetlamp light,Needy, wanting need.Reflection from a necklaced, pewter rune,Lead my eyes to sight this cryptic moon--Cog-wheeled, clock-worked...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jan 2009 05:30:00 GMT

Asylum

When I returned home from Londonthe house was clothed for Christmasin the same American sanityI've known since childhood.We slept in quiet nothingnesswith the cat at our feet,entwining peace-dreams:da...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 08:22:00 GMT

He's Leaving Home

I.Newly sprouted from the children's garden,We walk from our rooms, single-file,To the hallway and kneel with our fellows,Our heads to the floor and against the wall.Covering our ea...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 07:53:00 GMT