Monthly Archives: February 2015

ain’t got the blues this mornin sun has slanted through the blinds   ain’t got your blues for lack-a money honey so you kicks my behinds   ain’t got the blues been snorin till my pussy licked my nose   … Continue reading →

Lawyers study here Poets sleep For inspiration Dream lawyers Surfing Santa Cruz Or net neutrality Poets savor Coffee & bacon Mornings Hair on end Pillow mussed Ratty bed-clothes Blue lawyers spin Poets dreaming Keats penning Un-urned odes Melancholy notes Feathering … Continue reading →

  The irascible old radical cussing on the toilet in the rest home wasn’t John Muir, Bob Marshall, or Robinson Jeffers, but he lived in the wilderness of his mind, a Buddhist warrior who called Ginsberg a cock-sucking Commie-Kike.   … Continue reading →