Like Dogs We Are Cats

My life caught in the spokes
A wonder the wheels don't fall off
The cat slips under the blanket to sleep before the radio blare
The dogs come tumbling down the stairs
light creeps in
Noises from another place
the creeps in the light noise
The cats slip under
The dogs fall off to sleep
Under the slips in the spokes
A wonder caught in my life
Don't fall off in the creeps

My life caught in a wonder
A wheel falls off the stairs
Dogs creep in another place
Cats wonder
before the radio
blare

Left Of Leverage

portable eye piece
you never go farther than you can see
stockpiles come and stockpiles go
gotwood industries
maximum overdrive
out in the trees
I saw someone swatting at some bees
but they don't bother me
to religiously
wonder why they bother you
everybody's up in the joy lather
but nobody can climb down the ladder
the floor is left of leverage
& the dogs bark the gorge open

Joking Umbrellac

A large butt packing a card. He's a union man. Man in charge of the powder monkey, the chore boy. He cuts operations, fills wood, sweeps bunkhouses, feeds river hog, pigs, and is often the butt robbed while drunk. Corks those fellers who works in shoes. sawmill of booze. Old time fellow who says anything that takes the mind of a log. His rule stick is from the class struggle. Cheat Stick Donkey, a crotched log donkey doctor, consisting of two trunks, mechanic in the old days, driving pitch high over oxen, pulled down a river today, same as where men congregate when help, as such, meaning pick and shovel man approximates bowery. A horse in a sleigh, loading crew, used to hold griddle cakes while sawing a log underneath Swedish fiddle. A time keeper blows signals in the fir and redwood crew of the West Coast. So called "widow maker", tree as long as 40 feet, by wind, tells the time. A man who wants his paycheck been blown down by wind instead. A member of the Industrial Nosebag Show. A mid-day meal is the world taken to the woods in buckets of logs.

Performance

every town
black alley
cup boards fly open
& saucer trails
look for the murder under fingernail
the hammer fails
when heads poop out
from barn rust
and lack of disgust
digest it some say
it has a river on the property
see it from the clear second story
the snow is alright
cat's eyes in norther skies
yeah!
a real crayon blizzard
arhhhhh!

New Years Wishes

some resolution to all these wars
wars to all these and resolved and returned
returned and resolved under eye-vaults, glasses
glasses galantine arboretum infancy false eyelashes
who's spoon-feeding the galoshes?
rear-ended in the petunias
O darlin it's sssooo great to a known ya
under bleacher, the cardboard box eaters
more philanthropy for less cheetahs
a gramophone in every household
household grammar in every boxer's mouth
war solutions for every pothead
potheads for prom-dates anonymous
glowing adornments anonymous
poodles anonymous

Banana Bread Pudding

I happened upon this accidentally when I saw some bananas sitting in the compost that were spotted still but not black.

ingredients:

2-3 bananas that are ripe as hell
3 eggs (fresh as hell, an option but a good one. If you get it warm from the hen house even better)

a stick of butter (no margarine substitute, man!)
1 cup and a half of bisquick
1 cup of sugar or quality maple syrup

preheat your oven to about 325 degrees (I used a wood stove and the heat fluctuates a little, but no big deal)

you put all those in a big mixing bowl, but only 3/4 of the stick of butter. with the other 1/4 stick you grease up a bread pan (I use a sturdy cast iron one)

gnash up the ingredients in the bowl with a mixing spoon leaving some lumps of banana and some lumps of butter

pour that glop into your pan and stick it in the oven

bake for an hour

turn the oven off or if you are using a wood stove stop stoking it & let the bread sit in the oven for another 1/2 hour & then let it cool for a half hour before digging in

goes well with black beer and perhaps some more butter

get fat get drunk get happy!