Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Please note the new survey below
Check out the survey below and feel free to vote for multiple dates.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
I am Joe's left Hand
I am Joes' left hand
What I do?
Pressing Plastic Panels on Pumps:
Pay outside
No car wash
Type of gas?
Screw the cap.
Lift the receipt.
Shove in pants.
What I do?
Pressing Plastic Panels on Pumps:
Pay outside
No car wash
Type of gas?
Screw the cap.
Lift the receipt.
Shove in pants.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Oils well that ends well
Does anyone here remember when
the lines were long?
OPEC entered our vocabulary?
Gas was not only expensive, but there were shortages?
My father burned leaded gas,
while he commuted to White Plains.
the lines were long?
OPEC entered our vocabulary?
Gas was not only expensive, but there were shortages?
My father burned leaded gas,
while he commuted to White Plains.
Friday, November 30, 2007
$100
Jesus ChristGive me a tankful
and I will drive till I finish shopping.
Teach me to drill
and I will suck the oil out of the earth
till her petrol teats
are wilted from Mr. Phil R. Up's insertions.
Any more water into wine
with Oil near $100 a barrel?
Friday, October 12, 2007
Poetry
Poetry
made me a winner
of some sort
They wanted me to buy
something printed
with my work.
Paradise Costs
about 49.95
Plus shipping.
made me a winner
of some sort
They wanted me to buy
something printed
with my work.
Paradise Costs
about 49.95
Plus shipping.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Wide Legs
Jack in the blog
The scroll of the webWash speed with Coffee
Estimated time of awareness: unavailable.
The present: which I am always leaving.
On the Road, then
In the Air, now.
At the Airport
Awating the next flight.
My Generation never left the Stall
With Senator Craig
He could plead guilty
We were never innocent.
He stayed in office
never abandoning his other throne in D.C.
While we were stuck there, in the airport, with the cleaning staff
wondering
How to pay for a tank of unleaded.
To Drive home,
And cry for all that was lost.
Scooter
I want to buy a scooter
used
but I have no money for it
no time to drive it
no space to park it
yet how can I pass up a deal?
used
but I have no money for it
no time to drive it
no space to park it
yet how can I pass up a deal?
Sunday, August 5, 2007
The 7:36 PM Poem
Welcome Home Stranger!
In the spirit of Jack
this poem without editing
at the end of the middle of the summer
Back in Colorado for the happy activities.
Visits plentyful,
Kinetic mindfulness,
Options blossoming,
Visions satisfied.
To do list became infinite.
I know nothing, like Schultz
the wise German on TV
I do not use cable anymore.
To my beat loving players
I will keep all these enterprises alive
Without the burden of memories
but with the joy of action.
In the spirit of Jack
this poem without editing
at the end of the middle of the summer
Back in Colorado for the happy activities.
Visits plentyful,
Kinetic mindfulness,
Options blossoming,
Visions satisfied.
To do list became infinite.
I know nothing, like Schultz
the wise German on TV
I do not use cable anymore.
To my beat loving players
I will keep all these enterprises alive
Without the burden of memories
but with the joy of action.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Birthday 2007
A spontaneous free verse poem for my birthday:
Here we are in the heart of Summer in USA
Drinking our sweat from the heat.
Driving our cars.
About $3.00 a gallon.
"There's No Stopping Us"
0 per cent financing from Ford for 2007 models
I see hybrids everywhere.
Summer drinks -- Manhattans and Vodka with Orange Juice.
No one flirts in the suburbs in the summer.
Touching occurs in the cooler months.
Children play till they are hysterical at night.
When will we be at war with Iran?
Here we are in the heart of Summer in USA
Drinking our sweat from the heat.
Driving our cars.
About $3.00 a gallon.
"There's No Stopping Us"
0 per cent financing from Ford for 2007 models
I see hybrids everywhere.
Summer drinks -- Manhattans and Vodka with Orange Juice.
No one flirts in the suburbs in the summer.
Touching occurs in the cooler months.
Children play till they are hysterical at night.
When will we be at war with Iran?
Saturday, July 14, 2007
The Great Wall of China
From a spaceship, 10 miles above earth
You can't see much below
except an asshole.
Big as a crater.
Like the one from an astroid
that made the Dinosaurs extinct.
He cuts in front of cars on I-95
driving to South Beach.
to the night clubs
where he invites love and
finds group alienation.
Do not be an asshole,
The business sages say
if you want to manage people.
But how many assholes have you known?
A million?
They manage.
Other than assholes,
I am angry with the Adult film industry.
Not for the vulgar images.
But for the language used showing
disrespect for the general area where life begins.
For example, I heard them refer to a clitoris
As a cookie.
You can't see much below
except an asshole.
Big as a crater.
Like the one from an astroid
that made the Dinosaurs extinct.
He cuts in front of cars on I-95
driving to South Beach.
to the night clubs
where he invites love and
finds group alienation.
Do not be an asshole,
The business sages say
if you want to manage people.
But how many assholes have you known?
A million?
They manage.
Other than assholes,
I am angry with the Adult film industry.
Not for the vulgar images.
But for the language used showing
disrespect for the general area where life begins.
For example, I heard them refer to a clitoris
As a cookie.
Friday, July 13, 2007
What is Peak Oil Poetry?
What is this Blog about?
The gifts are imperfect.
The knowledge limited.
The execution faulty.
But the time is perfect.
Sometimes the picture is bigger
than the frame, the artist, or the viewer.
Awareness is more important than judgment.
Action is more valuable than thought.
Emptyness is more useful than a Super Wal-Mart full of memories.
The gifts are imperfect.
The knowledge limited.
The execution faulty.
But the time is perfect.
Sometimes the picture is bigger
than the frame, the artist, or the viewer.
Awareness is more important than judgment.
Action is more valuable than thought.
Emptyness is more useful than a Super Wal-Mart full of memories.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
I am Las Vegas
(Draft 7/12)
I am Las Vegas, witness the Strip
America's Main Street.
Reliving all your night dreams and memories.
Brunette in short black dress, with champaign bottle pointing,
legs spread, like a bridge, to an inviting view of The Venetian
from cement terrace at high rise condo.
She offers you a glance.
Without displacing the sight of your beloved,
the Retirement Community asks for you as well.
Elder Boomers await Death
between all you can eat seafood buffets
and Vegas' loosest slots.
I am the Entertainment Capital of the Western World.
I am the Pinnacle of Western Civilization.
I am America's greatest city.
I am the soul of our Nation.
I am Las Vegas.
Highest quality entertainment.
Tourists from the Heartland
drive 1852 miles
to see the Blue Man Group or just
mute Smurfs in 3-D.
Then drive back to subsidized farm near stripmall
to raise family and watch TV.
Celine Dion at What Cesars Palace looks like
to someone in America in the 1960s.
And KaKa, the newest show
That everyone must see.
Where cross-bearing acrobats with angels' wings and white sheets,
Fling shit at actors in tights below,
dressed as Mexicans, trying to pick grapes
while avoiding the Border Patrol
dressed as clowns.
I am Las Vegas, witness the Strip
America's Main Street.
Reliving all your night dreams and memories.
Brunette in short black dress, with champaign bottle pointing,
legs spread, like a bridge, to an inviting view of The Venetian
from cement terrace at high rise condo.
She offers you a glance.
Without displacing the sight of your beloved,
the Retirement Community asks for you as well.
Elder Boomers await Death
between all you can eat seafood buffets
and Vegas' loosest slots.
I am the Entertainment Capital of the Western World.
I am the Pinnacle of Western Civilization.
I am America's greatest city.
I am the soul of our Nation.
I am Las Vegas.
Highest quality entertainment.
Tourists from the Heartland
drive 1852 miles
to see the Blue Man Group or just
mute Smurfs in 3-D.
Then drive back to subsidized farm near stripmall
to raise family and watch TV.
Celine Dion at What Cesars Palace looks like
to someone in America in the 1960s.
And KaKa, the newest show
That everyone must see.
Where cross-bearing acrobats with angels' wings and white sheets,
Fling shit at actors in tights below,
dressed as Mexicans, trying to pick grapes
while avoiding the Border Patrol
dressed as clowns.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Beat Tribute # 4
With the last gallon of gas in America
I will drive to a Jazz funeral
In New Orleans
For the American Way of Life.
I will lead that final parade
In the last production car made in America --
A Ford, recalled as soon as it left the factory.
An Army of unemployed Auto workers will follow.
We will bury the Car with the remains of the Superdome
still wet and damaged by Hurricane Katrina.
I will play taps, on a bugle made in Japan.
And we will celebrate in the flood damaged remains of
the homes of the poor, eating the leftover food from the long departed
reliefworkers.
With the last gallon of gas in America
I will drive to a Jazz funeral
In New Orleans
For the American Way of Life.
I will lead that final parade
In the last production car made in America --
A Ford, recalled as soon as it left the factory.
An Army of unemployed Auto workers will follow.
We will bury the Car with the remains of the Superdome
still wet and damaged by Hurricane Katrina.
I will play taps, on a bugle made in Japan.
And we will celebrate in the flood damaged remains of
the homes of the poor, eating the leftover food from the long departed
reliefworkers.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
#3 Beat Tribute
With the last gallon of Gas in America,
I will drive to the final manufacturer of horse drawn carriages
in North America,
Somewhere in Pennsylvannia, near the wheat fields,
the State where the Quakers first discovered oil
And I will show them the advantages of modern combustable engines --
something they don't know, since they don't watch tv and live the ads.
And perversely, they will say that while horses need oats to run
cars need corn, not oil
to get stuck in traffic and go nowhere.
And I will agree but drive out of there anyway
to drink some cherry wine with a Dharma Bum.
With the last gallon of Gas in America,
I will drive to the final manufacturer of horse drawn carriages
in North America,
Somewhere in Pennsylvannia, near the wheat fields,
the State where the Quakers first discovered oil
And I will show them the advantages of modern combustable engines --
something they don't know, since they don't watch tv and live the ads.
And perversely, they will say that while horses need oats to run
cars need corn, not oil
to get stuck in traffic and go nowhere.
And I will agree but drive out of there anyway
to drink some cherry wine with a Dharma Bum.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Ongoing Conversation #1
Jack and Dean, I am forever with you guys
Running my Prius off that endless highway
Searching for TRUTH with you bums
While minimizing Greenhouse emissions
Saving gas like it matters
To some fat Egghead in D.C.
Hipsters, how many miles per gallon did you get
When you Drove to San Francisco that Summer?
From my hometown of Denver
Where they put in those Condos, near the Railyard,
and the ghosts of your homeless buddies?
What did you find there at that city by the fog?
Was it cheap booze, flophouses filled with more poets like us, freethinkers?
Did it ever occur to you, in your vast hazy zone of hip
That the road would change?
From endless asphalt to forgotten exits?
That America would someday import most of its energy
From a lost place called the Middle East
And Jack don't drive there,
there is no apple pie and vanilla ice cream in the Sahara.
People drive today
Not for enlightenment
But to soccer practice.
So I ask them: If I go faster toward it
Will it matter more?
Whatever it is?
Jack and Dean, I am forever with you guys
Running my Prius off that endless highway
Searching for TRUTH with you bums
While minimizing Greenhouse emissions
Saving gas like it matters
To some fat Egghead in D.C.
Hipsters, how many miles per gallon did you get
When you Drove to San Francisco that Summer?
From my hometown of Denver
Where they put in those Condos, near the Railyard,
and the ghosts of your homeless buddies?
What did you find there at that city by the fog?
Was it cheap booze, flophouses filled with more poets like us, freethinkers?
Did it ever occur to you, in your vast hazy zone of hip
That the road would change?
From endless asphalt to forgotten exits?
That America would someday import most of its energy
From a lost place called the Middle East
And Jack don't drive there,
there is no apple pie and vanilla ice cream in the Sahara.
People drive today
Not for enlightenment
But to soccer practice.
So I ask them: If I go faster toward it
Will it matter more?
Whatever it is?
Beat Peak Oil Poem #1 (Tribute to my Beat Forefathers)
With the last gallon of gas in America,
I will drive to the Wal Mart Farthest from China
and fill my SUV with Fresh plastic flowers
With the Last Gallon of Gas in America
I will drive a stretch Hummer Limousine to a NASCAR race
and enjoy a wet t-shirt contest sponsored by a corporation
While listening to "I Can't Dive 55" by Sameul Hagar
With the last gallon of gas in America,
I will drive to the Wal Mart Farthest from China
and fill my SUV with Fresh plastic flowers
With the Last Gallon of Gas in America
I will drive a stretch Hummer Limousine to a NASCAR race
and enjoy a wet t-shirt contest sponsored by a corporation
While listening to "I Can't Dive 55" by Sameul Hagar
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Non-Peak Poem Fragment #1
Al Gore, Greenhouse Gases
Without a Laxative, little passes
Rhythm method, Latin masses
Pass the plate and enjoy the lashes
Out of Gas, dirty Air
At least we don't watch Sonny and Cher
Pontius Pilate and Bob Barker
Color the Igloos with Magic Markers
Girls with Large Asses
Seldom worry about glasses
Al Gore, Greenhouse Gases
Without a Laxative, little passes
Rhythm method, Latin masses
Pass the plate and enjoy the lashes
Out of Gas, dirty Air
At least we don't watch Sonny and Cher
Pontius Pilate and Bob Barker
Color the Igloos with Magic Markers
Girls with Large Asses
Seldom worry about glasses
Monday, June 25, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
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