January 2009
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Baloney Hi Coos and Faux Cues Number 166
-Finding Weed In Storage
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
This is a strange one
You may want to stick around
Just to see how it ends…
I guess you could go right to the end…
So I found a large amount of weed
Strong modern marijuana
AS well as older “Old School” weed
In a storage room facility
I haven’t smoked in 24 years…
Haven’t wanted to
Weed can be a cuddly teddy bear
That can become rabid and eat your shit
So, this modern paranoid weed
Which makes you lock down
And wait for the end of the world
Looked really good to me
And I find all kinds of drugs
Which I just turn over to my workers
I usually have no interest
I’m naturally high
Which means
Rabid paranoid shit
Comes second nature…
Two weeks have gone by
I haven’t smoked any
I think about this shit everyday
It pisses me off
That this is my focus
So I had to do something…
So, I worked on my spice rack
I have about 100 spices
All in mad scientist clear glass beakers
I love looking at the colors of spices
The dark browns, the yellow of mustard
The rusty red peppers…
All in Scientific lab equipment;
Serum Vials, beakers, petri dishes…
It’s great when someone comes to the home
And I am cooking out of biohazard bags
Turn your kitchen into a lab
You will want to cook all the time
So tonight a made an extra lab rack
For the newly acquired weed
Each weed has a guess name in a new beaker “Ancient Pyramids” for weed that looks familiar
There’s “Nutty Mad” for the modern stuff
Maybe I’ll just start collecting weed
I don’t think I’ll ever smoke it
Every now and then I’ll smell it
Like the way I smell fennugreek
Or the Juniper berries I keep in vials
My wife asked me what I was doing
I had to tell her
She knows when I’m lying
I asked her if she wanted to smoke some weed
“That weed could be laced with pcp” she said
I said,”Are you on crack”
“You got it out of a storage room…
Are you fucking nuts
If you want to smoke weed
Go buy some you cheap chubby junkman…”
Maybe one day I’ll cook some up
But not as long as I want to smoke it
I’ll smoke some
When I don’t want to anymore
And certainly not till…
Obviously, not till there’s world peace
Monday, January 05, 2009
Baloney Hi Coos and Faux Cues Number 165
-dishwasher
Category: Art and Photography
I come home to a sink full of dishes
Interlocked and unstable
(Both the pile and my head)
Begin the Jenga Operation
I’ve done my best work
Because I do the dishes
Since I’ve been a kid
Listened to great music
Thought great thoughts
Something about the struggle
I pile the dishes as high as I can
Sometimes, I pretend they’re floating
Like a Mobile above a baby’s crib
I look forward to sharing
This tea ceremony of dirty water
With my kids
I wonder when they will realize
Why we don’t get a machine