Friday, January 28, 1994

no feelings 1-2?-94

1-2?-94
I have no feelings whatsoever
Not “what” so ever but not
So severe
I have no feelings not what so
Ever but so severe
So what.
I have no severed feelings what
So ever in my life
At this time. I have no severe
Feelings of severation whatsoever
At this time. Thank you very
Much!! Fuck you!!!

 

Wednesday, January 26, 1994

Cigarette butts 1-26-94

 

1-26-94
There shall be no more
Cigarette butts
Feeding hungry ashtrays
Or cluttered like dogs
On the kennel floor
Or rolled up nicely and
Arranged neatly in the driveway
Like little seedlings
Row by row


Monday, January 24, 1994

1-24-94 Rienna is leaving


1-24-94
Rienna is leaving me in a couple of days. I’ll tell you all about her soon. I can’t now cuz I have to get shitfaced and keep my spirits up and it hurts to talk about her. We just had sex. A few hours ago. Don’t you forget it. I used the last non-studded condom. I am getting shitfaced. Either that or I’m insensitive.

I promise I’ll tell you all about it. Some day, soon, I’ll disclose everything. And then I shall die.




Saturday, January 22, 1994

1-22-94 Coffee Scrying


1-22-94
I read my future in the coffee scum this morning
A particularly hardy flotilla of
Congealed creamer with
A speckled smattering
Of dried instant coffee bits crowning
It like some volcanic mountain
Chain, bleeding their
Carob rivers into the
Miasma of lighter colored
Café muck all whirling in the
Center and breaking up—
Forming eddies and
Jet streams
Oh the…topology
What will mankind do on this
Incredibly shrinking planet?
Waters rising, forests becoming
Waste places
Then some cataclysm or other
Wiping the cluttered surface clean…
The Non Dairy Garbage Scow Armada
Has all broken up
Into a million
Tiny
Bits
Polluting the now uniformly tan
Slightly acidic
Caffeinated sweetened
Rapidly cooling
But still just about right beverage
For my enjoyment

Friday, January 21, 1994

Journal entry with guidelines for journaling


1-21-94 SO FUCKIN WHAT
Ok. If I’ve been neglecting to write, it’s because I’m busy living my life. Or at least guzzling enough beer and combusting enough doobage to convince myself that’s what’s been happening. I promise heretofore, that my entries, though sparse, shall be at least worthwhile with all the following included:

Indicative handwriting
Foul curses
At least one hard, noteworthy fact
Expired use of poetic license or licentiousness

So. I’m 5’9” and I’ve shaved my beard off.
La Dee Da. Here’s the poem then:

“What use,” she cried, “to stay in one place”
“Almost as absurd as wearing the same face”
No one told me as I was drivin’
That there’s an end to that horizon
At the end of the road is a beaten down fence
The boundary beyond which nothing  exists    
Is sacred anymore                              makes sense
Where pipers mill about smoking cigarettes
Unstable, the lot of them
Soon to be crowned oyster Princesses
Get seasick and ask for
A Rolaid
You see drivin’
At this pace can be quite relaxin’
Catching one-eyed furtive glimpses
Of daisies
Going whirring by                                                  STONER

1-21-94 Journal entry



1-21-94 So What! I can’t believe you’re hounding me for not spending more of my life keeping you up to date. I will not be accountable to you, so fuck off.