wanderin

The same ant wanders in the sun
same as the wind & smell of autumn
same from when I was a child

the same joy
or dissapointment

the whim of desire

fullfilled or unfullfilled

and thats a lot of llll's
they seem to go on and on

some say that we are going somewhere
others say that we have already arrived

the ant don't say nothing - and I agree whole heartedly with the wind

whats gonna happen... is whats gonna happen - so relax

it can be painful - till everything jangles all loose and free
nightmares and beautiful dreams
chase each other like a strange form of intergalactic grab ass
the momentum keeps the whole thing afloat
til god knows when
thankfully
sorrowfully
forever don't exist
it was just some kinda idea

you can hold anything up
look at it
and sooner or later
it'll be profound
or stupid
boring
funny
everything and nothing

and while I'm in the pulpit I may as well sum up the Bagavad Gita...

Summer had just ended. I had just started 5th grade after the Labor Day weekend. All of my classmates were, one by one getting up in front of class and reading their requisite "What I did last summer" story. I of course whom had a pechant for not doing silly wastefull things like homework, had no such report to give.
Who has the time for homework when you have a Donald Duck impression to work on and war scenes to draw.
So when I got up to give my report, I held a few oddly blank pages... I stood in the front of class and the tension built a few beats.
"What I did on my summer vacation. by Jade Bos
I got drunk and I fell down..."
My 5th grade teacher, Jean Claudon, had very long and sharp finger nails, I remember thinking over the din of laughter as she drug me out into the hall - she shook me like a muppet and she had this hot & spitting breath. Over the years I would come to know many a shaking woman with hot spitting breathe - that and the tear red vibrantly alive eyes - like somekinda betrayed magical animal that was beyond all comprehension - they seemed to be looking for something and thought I might have it or be keeping them from it... but I guess I always kept it well hide - red heart in a dense black tangle.
Glimpses - dreams - a clearing in the forest
a simple quiet moment
bouldless joy
for no reason at all

now look here

Somebody said something one time
and it was really beautiful.
Somebody said something one time
and it was really ugly.
Somebody said something one time
and it made you cry.
Somebody said something one time
and you were glowing for hours...

God spoke and the word became flesh.

what happened next the pope couldn't condone.

Someone said something one time
and your mother died.
Someone said something one time
and the parking meter ran outta money.

"Life is a boundless mystery..."
said a lizard, thoughtfully smoking a pipe

everybody knows that you may already be a winner
but I know
that your already dead

I went to the funeral
and everyone was being picked off
as if by a sniper
one by one
of course the authorities showed up
but they never found,
anyone.

oh sure there were clues!
tantalizingly & delicious clues!

but the prime suspect turned out to be
a 8yr old little girl
and her alibi's were ROCK SOLID!

an entire petting zoo and about 6 million years of anticipation.

Born to be practical :(

I was just informed by the television that women will have sex with a man who owns and drives a Harley Davidson motorcycle! Thing is, I really like sex, but I don't like motorcycles. So I'm not sure how to proceed... Perhaps I shall watch some more of this TV and wait for some more advice and perhaps it will reveal a more practical option. Hopefully one that is inexpensive and safe. But I guess that's the allure of a pricey motorcycle... Expensive danger! hmmmm...
Who knows? Maybe someday the ladies will really be into whimsical mystics who drive economical used cars...
A drunk kitten can always dream!

Meow Meow comes around

I was in Barnes and Noble when all at once I began to feel really really good. I was heroically riding the escalator to the upper level, one foot raised onto the step in front of me... like Washington crossing the Potomac. I had a mouth full of sweet berry crumble cake and both guns blazing. Etheric energy and light were pouring from the top of my head. Tendrils of warm shimmering green light were arcing some 30 feet above me and then cascading down like thunderous waterfalls of lumniscent horse shit, splattering down to the plaza below.
Like I said, I felt really really good.
"Outta my way Nigga's!" I shouted at the listless marching band of old women who wandered aimlessly around a table of discounted books. They all turned, but only slightly as if they had almost remembered something, but then they forgot it again. They were all humming different tunes that would never hamonize except for the last note, which was always a B flat. I was briefly mesmerized but tore myself away. I was on a mission... but I didn't know that yet.
(to be continued)