tractor tracks dig deep into the path
water main bursts
i have lake
i have ponds as deep as a huge john deere
i navigate strange scapes
mud means nothing
water has its way
oasis of land calls out
with wisps of tired straw
scraggly field pulls me out from certain swamp

natural in it's swampiness
in southern va. they call
it the dismal swamp
it is anything but
a place where yoda can make
his final getaway and the
dragonflies can hover all the
live long day....my puter time's up!

you got 30 seconds left
jammin the library metronome
tick, fucking tock
guy behind me waits with his card
he wants his 30 minutes
i feel him trying not to rush
he's eyeing my keyboard, wondering if i washed my hands
he's thinking of e-mails and forums
i try not to think about him
i got 12 seconds left
my time's mine, 10 more
how fast can i type and press
submit

took the battery out
and now this lil mac works
contrary to what all
the mac experts said
hallelujah
library a pain
some guy weezing next to me
another ass bitching out the
librarian for making him give it up
to someone waiting on the list
kids runnin
mom's hollerin
freedom w/ my itunes playin
once again.......

freedom feels so fine
after confinement
feeling the squeeze
unsqueeze triples comfort
southern, that is
cushioned,
flask filled glass
water or ice
tea with spice

southern comfort
makes me think of janis
live singing "all is lonliness"
by that famous street viking
moondog...chk out his myspace
page j......

i hear ya, m,
i'll check it, y'all
janis will always be a comfort to me
she did it so fucking frequently
all of it, all the time
for as long as she could
wish it coulda been more
i'll youtube a janis and moondog
or two

"who's that?"
i asked my
sister when i
was 15 and saw
this amazing woman
all decked out in full
janis regalia on her wall
then there was the
buffalo springfield
i wore that vinyl out......

pearl twirled on my turntable
something happening there
grooving in the slightly damp basement
hoping the pizza would arrive
teenage party
summertime respite
janis raising us with big brother
guiding our malleable minds

some awesome times
in the basement
where the bottle
would spin....

rumours reached me first
'spin the bottle'
knowing glances
petrified of what reality would show
i entered teenagehood
wide-eyed wondering
tales of strip poker
closet mysteries
all to be revealed
at the age of 13

if you remember
you weren't there -
woodstock cover

i was in menlo park california
walking around leland stanford jr. university
with a golf bag slung over my wired shoulder
those golden hills beneath la honda
where the merry pranksters used to play
it was a time i remember o so well

met my pranksters on the net
read my pranksters
rode my further
dreamed of back then
all on the net
ventured through new york
with a prankster point of view
breathed and channelled pranksterness
pulled real life characters into prankster roles
casting call israeli style, pranksters to outrank pranks
new ones to out prank the sters

they turned me onto blue jeans
and the city of dreams
that there was more than
chasing a little white ball
with their disreali gears & have
you ever been to electric lady land
that's when i was had

i'm thinking lou reed
i like to think lou reed
crisp clean reed
words that slice through clouds
all on a plate
all you can eat
and then you go