ZOOM IN

the journey has taken me to this observation on what the journey really was

during the course of the cycle I have opened my ears to some driving force

yet it is late

yes I should be sleeping

but I am taking the time to make my last entry in this book

I guess I should start to zoom in on the vowel sound I make so that I won’t have to reinvent the wheel

I’ve been asking myself lately what is this and what is that

the truth is I don’t know and can’t know

I’ve got it all figured out yet

there are rules in this continuum and I have disciplined myself to follow them

this has coincided with my self induced mouth sore which has the habit of springing from a corrected zero

there are multiple options in closing one’s eyes to the world of the awake one is celebrating the joy of the illumination that pours in each new day as it has always been doing

NOW I ACTUALLY BELIEVE IT

there has been a long period of silence prior to my writing this

during this time I have contemplated the reconciliation of concepts that have appeared before there was no existence of them

I made this up and now I actually believe it

one must listen to the muse and not speak through it

perhaps I realized this a long time ago and this labor of love is symbolic of that realization

this work preceded its existence

it’s part of an interconnected representation of an inner and outer way of letting things slide and coincide and getting it all down on paper

but the truth is it’s not going anywhere

I am still learning how to steer this vehicle and if you take a corner unctuously you can flip the whole thing over and all of its contents with it takes considerable strength to harmoniously break this silence without finding your one liners smeared aboard a discontinued model of wattage that luminaries are already planning their study of basic subjects

taking apart the pieces and putting them back together in a cinnamon scented hashish ball rolled down the stairs as I was running up them

careful to step on each of them

BADGE OF HONOR

kick me white dog I’m stupid

how easily we forget

now that I’ve started I’d like to learn how to turn off the frightful glances and whispers which ring through my head then back down to laughter

then once more to a sight of spoken words more like yells really that stand for get back and

my wrist band is my badge of honor

and then it sinks back into the past and you stress out and let out a big sigh of relief until you have to

understand that you’re not being intimately recorded for playback in some time capsule but rather more for the purposes of courtesy postcards mailed from disguises

bless your heart and soul catsup

perturbed more so unlike before

hear ye hear ye is of the utmost concern

CRYPTIC AXIOMS

I was asked to pass the test

in a figurative way obviously

my freakiness was put on the spot and I did what was expected of me as well as what I was told to do

except this time

except from now on

this size wise been burning sage what wise guy

spoon feeding for now and looking crazy in the process

but do listen closely and be alert because there’s a lot going on around you

once again in cryptic axioms waking up and knowing the day I first woke up is what day it is

finally

obviously

I couldn’t have said it better myself

so why do I try to get the whole story the half truths

what am I stupid or reading this or the next domino in a line capitalizing

SLUMBERS AWAKEN DREAM SPELLS

kindness is hinged upon restraint

throwing all rules out the window yet shooting rather straightforward

coming right at you in dungarees turned bermuda shorts like to rummage through for such actions getting trampled

so cover your eyes and don’t stop now except to close the windows but I know there’s no justification for such actions getting left behind

doing someone else’s work the less there is left the better

although it sure does help with the dance lessons for ralphing is not going to spoil the mood

slumbers awaken dream spells lanky connectors to dotted shots of bloody marys served iced tepid with heartburn over a three linguini brunch for score

SLIME DUST

another segment of additions that seem pivotal for only the previous four days have been quite the call your bluff

portions are smaller when you’ve already been

who do not for the remaining

should it slide in a trail of slime dust but thankfully this

should lead by calligraphy’s example being retold in a format not unlike a verb or a noun and do you mind moving over just a bit so’s we can all fit

in between the voodoo having some master plan concerning where all this is going of the leveling on thick

SPACES WHERE THERE USED TO BE FACES

rounding down in league with marginal difficulty

in achieving the future which lies ahead in the form of the spaces where there used to be faces

to fend off the high pitched voice from an intake of gasses producing a lighthearted response

time slickens and paces back and forth while timing the sequence of what have I been up to lately

and planning everything just so and picking under what I often left partially expressed

in new footsteps leading to the summit of baldhead mountain

take two and call me in the I am

COLLAR

collar what’s that I don’t know what that is with all do respect

that was a close one

it happens every time you’d think that at some point you’d learn

assume the dog play position

a gesture that does not go unrecognized

in cast iron minutes of nomenclature being a person of astute stature coupled with the theme music that plays as I walk on my hind legs

I hereby pick cotton and give it to algodon who lives in the area above the stairway that is a metaphor for a portal or something you’d usually see on a cruise ship

truman capote once compared it to while under the covers making whoopie with betty crocker who in some circles was written off as a hapless kerchief when in effect she was closer to being a hopeless romantic than anything else

besides it wasn’t until the pre dawn hours that strutting of stuff and/or the hitting of strides starts to hit its stride and strut its stuff analytically

REACHING SUFFICIENT LEMMINGS

the swelty carrying the spine unto regional tones periodically the naturist has known to succumb as well in a formulaic mold blend of fill it to the rim

salient ways blending methodically into liquid square forms boundlessly full of energy and light justice reaching sufficient lemmings perched on rafters snaring side winding stretches of ribbon to the tee

right up your alley mighty high legume my lesson in salivating tomorrow’s today at last long drip of sonny williams digging the punch spicket folding for yosemite

echo the sentiment and pass it on to the shot como se accent the you’re in for it now just how is it done

why with painstaking resemblance to reconciled wooly mammoths that feed off indulgences that take a second longer to betray the coaster picturing the assembled

guessing the outcome flying wild over the sandbar only to really before totally bellowed

THAT

steady the deck don’t go shaking it molly

first you see a black dot with eight legs in the morning then several hours later you see it on the wall

did I mention it was on the floor previously

hypothetically speaking have you ever had the feeling like someone is poking you in the arm

hey stop that

but no one is there except noon with an even though maybe it was the other way around but forgive me if I don’t explain any more than that

delay apparently if we may call it that

jeez couldn’t that have been avoided

I STILL SAY LASSO GAZUNDHEIT

here’s to the person who thinks you’re supposed to say ewok as you burp

I liken it to when I was a youngster and people would sneeze and I always said lasso because that’s what I thought you were supposed to say

little did I know the correct expression was hey boy going to tree land this away

from your countenance counting twice as we rant and rave about the state of the situation to come

sincerely signing the bottom of the letter as yours truly meadowlark lemon a proper alias if I ever heard one

dare I say in such a way that marcel marseau would be proud to have shaken hands with tanner llewellyn driving this wreckage into port pulling up the anchor and hitting the brakes just in time once again

within earshot of hoodlums characters who take up precious space in this here tome

bless you

I still say lasso gazundheit

THIS AFTERNOON’S DILEMMA

look fellow earthling in contrast to the autumn spell here and now and I quote the record book when I convolute the soaking persona of a ten minute tail told over a cup of one sum time ago added to the symbol for boron on the chart

speaking of which comma do you care to be

this afternoon’s dilemma is just that

a growling dog might suspect that it was a combination of the two resulting in a winsome cringe

for the parody to take place then that correction had to be taken care of or we would have lost our place and had to have started over

with no apologies or simple apostrophes to give us the resolute sensation that you are floating glides your path by blowing bubbly snickers into the back of your head

after a moment’s notice glimmer back at them and say it’s payback time

to whom can we thank for owning up to this

NICKNAMES

the whistle bellows behind other signals of no particular grounding

the thermostat has no say in the temperature

when rolls up backwards along your spine and you beckon in the farm team as they stroll into town in a single digit flurry just north of the flakes that get chipped away

once the layering is done ancy as you wipe your brow wondering what makes this thing

accidentally putting the respect ultimately behind us

point little head towards nicknames such as pinwheel planet or pappy but it doesn’t count when you make it up yourself but then nobody calls you that anyway

unless you count

let me now digress to speculate on the salted sweat that comes in the night to be confused with remote possibilities that you can erase senses

in between rides on a box car that is going south out of your peripheral vision on through the faucet spitting out grimy water coated in rust meant to remain on your toothbrush and chemically merge with your brand

FREEDOM THE BLINK RESPONSE

answer not by beginning but by focusing on play things

tiptoe on one foot keep your receipts take them with you

when you go circulate breathing techniques and freedom the blink response musically

pause briefly

sink back into the smooth groove creating art in the process

ain’t by slumbers as inspired by rinky dinky slanted corners that have been filed away in drawers unlabeled and locked with the missing key

here we come the big dipper hits

let em rise and stay up there a bit

polish the brick helping to slip on wet pavement noted here

SLOWING THE FUCK DOWN

the dots on the chicken wire form colons when multiplied by two

down the hill to the cordoned off area slowing the fuck down as they hit town

merging their vessel in with the rest of the wreckage on the range that you find by turning right where the convex mirror is half broken but still is a help to those that slipped on a rock that was previously sturdy but has now progressed to limited fame due to a bruised fibula

to keep it brief at this balmy retreat for clandestine wounds that remind one of when hearing sirens wail

reversing the direction of their attention and reversing it once more for good measure thus destroying any chance of correctly inserting the atm card

oh but I know the secret now don’t I

if only I could get there faster

DOOZY

I concur as you will no doubt come to see due to a certain indifference to the whole thing

just for tonight though my ability to explain or define the word doozy is limited

I do believe bugs bunny had a firmer grasp on the whole concept than I do

despite and underlying sense of urgency the flow is not turning out to be hushed

the first rule has been omitted however it is iffy as to whether or not it was ever was happening to run after a pickup or fall off a skateboard or sit backward in a chair or eat a cheeseburger or try and relive the good old days

STILL FRAME

a true test of the imagination lies within the realms of perception represented herein

add to that the nuances of the very possible exploration of an unfamiliar transit

rub the strange echo that is bouncing back across mirrors set up with careful consideration given to the makeup and placement of the elements

cannot both simultaneously shun and support when all you do is peel off stuff it in your shirt and keep it as a keepsake

because you don’t have a permit to keep it then you get in your wagon and high tail it out of dodge

observing from an angle what is captured in a still frame which shows over a space

IS FONTAYNE

the circumstance if it may be called that by circumstance of course

oh of course

can be seen between the letters in the word fontaine or as we like to call it around the fire and as I like to say in blurred vision

drum roll please

is fontayne

congratulations on your premature tee

so let’s celebrate the subject matter began as that but will it survive to the end and if it does may it turn into translinguistic fluid and bless each and every one of us

be sure to take notes because you’ll be quizzed on this later

much later

well that about wraps things up let the remainder be fondly remembered as filler or perhaps in such a way that only censored images can

yet the following has not been edited nor has it been intended to appeal to more than one percent of the population that thinks that 75% of the earth is covered by ¾ water

you know h2o

REGISTERED AS THE OTHER

I awoke still registered as the other when my bivouac collapsed under my weight off in the terrain of mistaken glow in the dark play things

drawn off my shelter to the unyielding jungle of pines

a bug could have crunched under foot of snow

why it must have been a hundred the day I rolled up my trousers past my kneecap farther than most decent gents and was caught off guard by gonzales when it said sure sign of rain yessir

I sensed a dilemma

change was coming over me

clinging to long lost perceptions I gestured to the nearest plum withholding reaction time as I once again noticed the soaring height of the peaks and the rapidly expanding width of the channel gutted effortlessly in a niche chiseled with reckless abandon and spontaneous planning that has now been told

MARK MY WORDS

to some extent that’s true

there is a fly doing the double in my triple anyhow cow jumped over the moon over my hammy right into my cup of wonton soup served with a pinch of

tossed diagonally over my shoulder between points b and a and stopping off in between to read a downstream newspaper that craves a bite of a mcburger of some distinction

mark my words in cucumber language traceable only with an antennae found in remote areas of gravity

itching like a knat or a no see um that can fit through the screen of the tv and burrow into your skin with a goal of a compromise between both sides of the story

book issue do you need a kleenex or a game of table tennis