Notes From Me

* My shoes are falling apart, by which case I’m able to do some pretty amazing puppet shows with my big toes jetting out and being sassy.

• Defining just what is a miracle. More time for this being removed from my car, walking, riding the bus, randomly catching rides.

• No car = less grocery trips = less food = greater hunger. So there are pros and cons.

• Tired of spam on MySpace. If these people really existed and wanted true friendship from me, that’d be another thing. I am a fairly friendly person and can extend myself in many directions.

• I like the various Buddhas of the world. I’ve acquired three statues this year, people just giving them to me. I’m ready to declare July/August as “Give Glenn A Buddha” month and see what comes of it. Later, perhaps I’ll start giving them back out.

* It is hot and muggy. Let me know if you wanna swing by and swim a little.

* If you are not already watching HBO’s John From Cincinnati, you have some catching up to do. I have this show on the brain; it gives one a lot to think about. “Tomorrow is a new day!” “Work HERE. [pointing to the heart]” And so on…

* Sat and meditated and felt calm and peace wash over me in a very subtle but tangible way. There really is something to this…

* Riding the bike down the solitary path I shout out brand new little songs or bits of poetry because… because a lot of things. I’m trying to be more free, more comfortable, I’m trying to celebrate the big NOW of life.

* I am glad to make new friends. I am glad when I fall into the world without fear, experience pain that only makes me stronger in the long run, and well… the kinda pain that eventually kills me, so be it, I’ve come pretty far…

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Deaded Up By Me

Today is spitting up Saturday blood and happy with its sunshine

poem/ poet/ poetry

will more
over
cast
be
gin?

militant
converse

I don’t know
age old

adage

high waters
capri

Save, save

what?

save what?

tell it to
the rhyming
section

get it right

don’t be late

with the rent
with the bills

today is 7.7.7

july 7, 2007

yeah, as I said, 777

number of the beast
yeast infection

drunken day
someone’s birthday somewhere
somehow

a cig. wrapper

your hair may soon
transform into a robot
then into a jet
or a GMC vehicle
(you never know)

all the cardboard
people walking by
on the late night sidewalk
baby seal clubbers

don’t ask
me to explain
myself

only that I’ll say
it’s business time!
time to break
away from certain
conversations

to the run on
sentence
to the
next spot
and
we return fire
with superior weapons
like marriage being
a bad idea!

do you realize
I won’t always
pick up the phone?

I’m punching all the red words down
the valley
and improving my aim

“I’m not capable of hate
so it seems
but I’m getting closer, closer & CLOSER!
close enough
to realize the pain caused…”

more and more of the same

from me?

I sent a
message

into dead air space

it’s dead air space with you

palm tree experience

soap suds and
forgotten credit cards

old crooners
like Sinatra
and eBay and MySpace spam
robot women
alien zombies
all got word of me
are crashing in
on the planet
to
check out my ego

check out this guy
and his ego!

most the people
out on the sidewalk
all look hardened
frowns on their faces
size up
the holes in the wall…
smirk
walk away
go the fuck away
this ATM machine really really works

rebuilt old
stairway

coffee runs out
refill available
a day begins
typing and writing
typewriter
ping pang

fuck up a poem

almond eyes
I say
a lot of things

laughter ensues
it always does

unless there’s a
Voltron movie –
then I’ll burn the theater
down

I say everything

I am everything
or at least looking
at everything
or trying
or just me
or just dying
or drying on a clothes line
hanging out to spy with my eye
drain and drip and dry

big sprawling poem of today
what is your time frame?

Mitch Yost needs to get back in the game

I shed the neck tie in every sense
I seen ’em come and go

all games of
chess are forfeit

mad man cleans mud
off his dog
who thinks he’s
going to
get a whipping old school
of a lifetime

what fly lands
on my leg expects
a death knell
as sweat
emerges from armpits
from the water well?

now I sex the page
with light blues
damage operating systems
with light blue pool cues

thought it wasn’t possible to
take a car and
run over a bird
but that last one in the flock
would not disperse
and well
he got got deaded up by me

I so often LOSE MY POINT OF REFERENCE as to how I’m supposed to behave or what I’m supposed to say.

In the end, it’s the END. There’s always an end. And everyone that goes to college dies.

Zen and The Death of My Car

In bad news, a big flood swept through yesterday evening here on Hawthorne and drowned my car. It is not starting any more and I’m feeling pretty sad and distraught. Any friends (local or otherwise) able to offer advice or take a look? Some say I need to let it dry out over the next few days, but I’m not sure…

notes while reading

maddening hunger of kerouac in
san francisco

lone Houston frogs in the window

memories of cold

the tao of heat

heating up a miracle

smoke or fog or flood

getting work/ getting TO work

junk to eat
to get on and get by
get along

madness behind us?
smart enough
years tacked on
getting to calm

to be happy enough once there?

bussed out too busy now

down the stream

some apologies just do more damage

can you stomach silence?

bite your tongue
and don’t say
what it reminds you…

silent
hungry fire
even more to see

Word Around Town finale

The tour finished up last night and was really incredible. I’m so grateful to have been a part of it. Sitting here on a calm Sunday sorta speechless and thinking how I’ll adjust to all this extra time opening back up for me – which is nice…. And yet I really want next year’s tour to come a little sooner. And I’m thankful for all the friends I made along the way…