" THE BABY ATE MY DINGO ! "

"well shut my mouth!"

{ and that ends that }

IF YOU CANT LICK THEM, JOIN THEM !

no matter 

that we are still

here we're holding on

clearly to the mind's eye map

where never mind whats up, we're

still as such divinely stuck on going down

under with the queer cry of  "Tasmania or Bust!"

love you got

THE WAIT

some

times

one still

waits for his ship

to come in without being

aware that it already has

love you  got

SCRATCH AND SNIFF

i remember seeing that divine movie with a Tab Hunter, in  Polyester, where i got handed a scratch and sniff card with my ticket, billed as the first in "smell-a -vision". it came with instructions that when the screen was flashing "scratch now", one was to pull out his/her card , scratch it and then miraculously what was being smelled in the film would be right up one's nose! the first whiff of a rose made us all want to scratch our silly heads off...but when the image before our eyes changed faster in the flick than one can say "the answer is blowing in the wind", all we saw was Divine's huge ass whilst hearing what would be the call to sing "the bean song"...but by then it was too late to stop sniffing and go know, we all got "gassed" as it were...yes, as if she had farted for real  right in our face - leaving "wake up and smell the roses" for the rest room break laughs.
i hope Polyester does not turn into a 3-D re-make... for the first time i got stoned in jeruaslem and witnessed cheryl's fart fly across the room doing a loop-de-loop like the cyclone at coney island was enough!  (and i am not a tab hunter in truth, unless it is laced with the same stuff that made the 60s the gas they were!)

yesterday i watched my dog ram dass ( here posing with me as a tasmanian devil ) getting sniffed by two dogs - one at each end. most gay dog owners i believe get off on this in a humorously human way( longing secretly to some degree or another, for the other walker to be doing like wise)- some of the more up tight among us do not - and turn away embarrassed by nature... with them i would not consider having a manage. { my gay doctor, who knows how to heel better than a head nurse, confessed to me once that he doesnt believe in reincarnation but if he did, he'd love to come back as a dog owned my a gay man!}

its amazing that from this scratch and sniff experience the dogs get all they need to know about one another. then it hit me...like a hit of LSD (Lets Smell Dogs), that this is one of the reasons i have my things - people can get to know me by them : what i like ,what makes me happy, what inspires me, what shows "me" off...but in the end things as all wags are coming to know, what belongs to the tail is the ego's trip!

                                          but go ahead, scratch and sniff just the same!

[thanks to my friend vincent from holland for the above de-

sign and taken in norway, because he never forgot in a way

how i was blown away by the word "fart" in other places]

                                                                      love you got

THE WAIT FOR THE WEIGHT TO BE LIFTED IS OVER

i am the lighter
in mind and spirit
for it all

now at last
no matter
is safe

gone is :


one old ceramic bedroom jug and wash basin
two blue glass cups and saucers
one unopened printer
a red paper lantern
three glass vases
three old artists paint boxes
one old goose neck lamp
granny's glass deco table that was in her sun porch
one old wicker tray with milkweed seed design under glass
one old japanese paper mache painted tray
several old frames
a glass double boiler for melting chocolate
two cafe chairs
two glass candle sticks
three fiesta ware dishes
an ash tray
a pyrex dish
two plate warmers
a gazebo
an old ice chest
a new ice chest
a barrel
starter logs
two frying pans
a small vase
a kitchen crock
a mid last century slatted bench
several old wooden milk boxes saved by my father
not to mention all the joy given away to all...for the sheer joy of it...

with more laying in wait for the next date...coming soon

love you got

" HOW WE GONNA KEEP EM...

NOW THAT

THEY HAVE

DISCOVERED GAY VENUS ? "

as god/dess is my vibrator

i shall be released

love you got

EVERYTHING HAS GOT TEN SOULED BY GOD

                                                 taking into account all that i have

                                                 put out (like blowing into my sail)

                                                 i am not so much

                                                 any longer in mind

                                                 put out by what i have sold

                                                 or a longer for more to be mined

                                                      unwavering

                                                      as i am becoming more in alignment with god's sea of love

                                                      i am opening to be the less on running aground

                                                      or in high circles ... for all i see now is as priceless

                                                      as all of the above being souled

                                                  it is no longer "anything goes" ... everything goes

                                                  sooner or later, at the cost of having manifested

                                                  here and before the short of it

                                                  {into wit} god will have me be free                                                  

                                                  of all (without a thought of loss ) which of ten i detested

                                                  love you got



JUNE 4 1845

on this day the borough of honesdale prohibits

the throwing of refuse in the streets!

what we refuse to throw out

however might be the fuse to another charge.

 for this reason,

be light

                                                                   

about all you got

love you got