Beggar Random-ation

A True Stream of Conscious, by me.

gilded chair-gasms
brainful grain
full of handfulls
cheerful
indirect politeness
scenic disposition
sister will
will of a cat.
batteries on chairs
and trees in mulch
paper on paint, stumps
in trucks
gum on the asphault
warm tar
pieces of candles
and burning pictures
of the almighty
effigy
effigy
effigy
wooden slats of
polar atrophy
bears
and young penguins
slide petulantly and multiply
under shady unstable
outcroppings
ice and sleet
under the coral
reef ,
corn hash beef
steam and cabbage
water
water
please god water.
boxes
stacked up high and
wafers from little waxy paper sleeves
exterminators
without protection
dying with their
job
cockroaches and hunters in green
turbins
prowling the evening
sunlight or lack
of greenbeans and veggies
cryptic cist
on the ankle
of the matador of time
chips of wood salt
granuals of pesticides and chairs
with men on their
heads, stuck in a warm basket
of coolness and cozy
will.
Why my name
said the badger
with eighteen children
sick of water and
wolves killing
pine trees wet
with glory but not
feeling the vcitory the rest
of the world celebrated
ages
ages
ages ago.
the knob
is solid
solid old glob
of stolid
old vicarious
alfredo pits.
walnuts and
branches of the government
so fast and
cloded-eyed will
and grace that no one ever
ever saw.
flutes with piping hot wax in the lips
pultice on
the veins of her majesty's vericose veins
in and under and around
where did my fingers go
the saw
saw horse with legs but
with no face
embarassing to look upon
that uncultured beast ith
no sense
of direction.
mostly personal
mostly
against everything
I think and feel
black leather
on black sweater
beating furnace of
undescribable pain
mind race
silly old men
throwing fists
and laughing
and they both fall and die
...
please?
the light was so bright that I opened
my eyes
and closed it, I mean
turned it off...
what was the impression
impression!?
I don't know what do think
think of marigolds and poppy plants
cactus plants
and invitations
to all the parties that no one
is throwing
with spaces between things that need no
spaces
I should type until my fingers feel like they are coated
coated waaxy little silvermen
along the dog of the river. thoughts
racing but nothing useful.

silence for good and that's no problem.
Adagio and graceful and cute
certainly not for the faint at heart, but
given.
ceiling panels with guns
hidden inside
old men wearing loafers
transform into boots with built
in hydrogen gas packs and hamburgers
for the trip. water
in the burning, searing painless altercation
desert with
the juniper
my favorite tree, the juniper.
for what reason?
it's beautiful. stands alone
like a dog with out a friend, but with a
master of puppeteers. spelling.
doors
greased
infinitely low frequencies
my hair melts and runs down
my forhead clean
but now covered
and sweating, disturbing
and mossy crown of death.
the heat outside is like my heart inside
beating furious
so angry at missing
the targets
I forgot how to stop the little
wind up rodent and he
movied forever
he discovered lands men have not seen
and he continued until
he ran out of power
and then I found him and said...
Look at this intense beauty
look at these crying marvels.
look at this broken fishing rod
look at her red cheecks and her
clenched fists.
Look at the bravery of all mankind
sailing out into the unknown to find a new home.
return to me with your battered and uncouth.
return to me with your red cheecks and your medicine.
return to me for your dictatorship and
all my arrogance will fall into place.
burned cigars in my pockets
a little reefer on the side
a little magnet to call me daddy and to
lead me home when I lose my way
a perforated stem to break away for
ultimate freshness
without a doubt
the greenest the world has felt
without me and a silverman and
old Louis with his twenty guns
and his age-old tractor. without
a hope for the haversack or a damned
world to return to.
without a penultimate scene.
without a little hand to hold.
My God, I have seen something interesting.

Speak like little children on a playground of mercy.
slide of laughter and swings of joy
firemans pole of century.
you missed me wearing slacks and a tie,
I was beautiful. Butt hen again I missed
you in your stunning new outfit, wahtever
it may be. Maybe a new piece
of jewelry that blows the mind and
cures diseases.
I wouldn't doubt it
he called me Ted but I
call myself Ty
or Clint.
several men came
bustling
hoping for a better view of the future when
they looked at this little face
in a box that had its mouth widely
opened screaming
over the material.
one sock on and one
sock off, and an expression that
we
forgot a long time ago
horses ass and
horse shit
both like
a jackass molding clay and forming his new
off-kilter masterpiece about a lovely young
lass from the roman age
and a time machine made of
gold plated
hair... or perhaps a wig.
Things stopped working after I said goodbye and we
never saw one another again.
I cried most of my days
she partied
and I stuffed myself away
a little closet in the mind
a blue laser color that swirls when
on opiates.
Everyone has gone. This night is done
the stuff is used
and the people feel
abused.
The ultimate expression of
doubt and reckless pity
for a diamond and a rough patch of skin.



The only problem is the cost of the device
to keep you alive forever. Who wants it.
Who needs it. Who will beg for it.