“Citing "security reasons", the Israeli government has decided to
speed up the shipment of a new submarine from Germany. Israel
reportedly has plans to equip the submarine to attack land-based
targets with nuclear weapons. Israel does not appear to have
immediate naval security concerns because of its Arab neighbors.
The delivery of the submarine most likely is intended to complete a
nuclear land-attack capability to deter the current crisis from
descending into region-wide war or allow Israel to fight one, if
necessary.”
----Stratfor.com


THINGS I DIDN’T DO THIS YEAR

Drove down the highway in spring
in a wannabe Corvette.
Thinking of you: As always. As in always.
You know, in Cataract Canyon these days
the runoff will put hair on your ass,
ice cold waters running fast,
hooked on the phone, talking to you.
I had a bill for seventeen million dollars
that I outright refused to pay.
Earlier, the archons of paradise
Flew me in for free. I asked again,
And they said no. Not this year,
not even the next.

So I ran to kill this thing inside,
crushed nicotine cigarettes
beneath my feet. I burned one
and I thought of Atlanta, burning.
I won’t be running like Sherman
through the South.
I won’t even be near there,
I promise you, no doubt.

Got a memo from Nantucket.
Knew a woman there who liked to...
Then the mail pile fell
and the words scattered in the wind,
convenience man came in,
said it was the air-conditioning.
Still couldn’t fix that thing
and tomorrow it’s goin to roar.
Had an image of a pretty girl
and I waited by the door.

Put the Blasters on the stereo,
buck’n’bronco rock’n’roll.
Felt your touch in the rhythm,
sweet pie, blue blue eyes.
There’s a beach house near Portsmouth,
Won’t be there. Made plans for
a Christmas party on a mountaintop,
another bottle of dreams in black light.

Da Vinci Blues

Consider the totality of stress
on the renaissance man.
Hustlin' to & fro',
talkin' wings off birds,
puttin' eyeballs on kites,
makin' list of daemons.
Start one thing no sooner
you're burning the next green branch,
jugglin' chaos and oozing blood
to congeal the form,
breakin' time's inscrutable pane a' glass
& gettin' no fuckin' sleep in the process.

There are days when ideas
rise in the sequence
of smoke holes to the ceiling,
and you gasp for air,
allowing the muse to take form.
There is no sex life, nada,
no time for introspection,
only invention and monk's tea,
as if mere air were a seven-course meal
before you turn to bed to weep.

Good Morning Rubicon!

Complex chemical components
Give me speed ... Speed!
Important volatiles,
Organic acids, aldehydes,
Ketones, esters, amines,
Mercaptans, el Capitan,
Oh caffeine King

Robust rubiaceae
Everybody is recovering
From something
From sleep, death,
Love's blind dark alleys
Oh come down to me
From the high altitudes
Make me aware, oh agent

First millenia Arabians
Gave the tree to Yemen
Which sent a hot breeze
To Dutch colonists
And French Martinists turned
The Eden of the West Indies
Into the first great coffee
Plantations of Latin America

Oh alkaloid, oh C8H1002N4,
Tamed by H2 oh, oh, oh,
Touch me, taste my
Boiling blood, my mercury rising,
Through the celebratory cortex
Into a computer at the FDA
Spitting out murky evidence:

Everybody is recovering
From something

Juiced Ball Theory No. 23

The government
is not telling us
everything
it knows
about gravity.