2 Whiskeys in Omaha

Stoned Navy man with a glass jaw
sits and sweats. pops pills n blows dope smoke out my window.
We threw the fucker out, he can sleep anywhere but here.
Here is reserved for Whiskeys and and and-

Existential crises has hit 9 months,
on a roll. honorable.
I dreamt I was my pregnant mother,
staggering, grabbing for anything stable and holding
up and onto my bloated kicking belly.
...caffeine and art, would still make me happy.
This was how the conversation spilled,
curdling our minds. Still a clear image
after many months.

Somewhere unbeknownst, behind a run down house
In the peaceful continuity of Ohio
the navy man searches through what was Hopewell.
sweating rocks, His agenda always the same.
My dream has changed --
The Repast of a Lion.

Buendia slavon oksana
Ampetra def tonez
mi legra vastahle'
metamorphico canlatone
unta pezbohl --
pezbohl markaccio
biatuelas mtulfa

Rain Pours Water falls hydro gravitates earth rises things
are drawn, grip and twists. Rain Pours Water Falls

You can't draw the underside of this poem. You can't outline the
supporting structure of the smeared text across the screen.

The Fat B

This is my first attempt at blogging, in lieu of printing and publishing my own magazine or chapbook and another of thoughts/essays/ and observances. . . \Thingk(ong)/ = description of thought/idea presented as the object in art, concrete but here digital and debatable. Homage to Walter Ong but moreso to the giant building climbing airplane battling beast that resides in all of us.

Can anyone be as influential as the Fat Man? t
In bed with atomic nightmares k
Under ground. Dearest CNN,
tell all all.
t-- impr*nt c
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