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Five Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller

 

Snarling Cup of Coffee

 

I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee

I pound down the coffee

First thing I do every day as the dawning sun

Lights up my lonesome room

 

Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee

I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell; growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by ex-Vietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world, insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, pornographic, psychotic, pontific, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, right here, right now in River city, rock and roll up the Yazoo, sad, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, satanic, schizoid, shitting, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, stupid, stinking, sweet as honey, sweat inducing, symphonic, Trump can’t handle this coffee, vengeful, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whisky, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, with a hint of drugs spicing up the coffee, spendific, speeding, splendid, superior accept no substitutes, survived the Vietnam war, the Iraq war, the Afghan war, the first and Second Korean war, World War 11, the war on poverty, the war on drugs, the war on black people, the sexual revolution, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century, the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical, Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

 

As I pound down that first cup of coffee

And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies

Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

 

I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear

I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair

Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements

I want to scream and shoot the TV and run out side Shouting   “Stop the world.

 

I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”

The earth does not care a whit about my attitude

It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun

In its appointed daily run

And I sit down

The madness dissipating a bit

 

And enjoy my second cup

Of heaven and hell

In my morning cup of Joe

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unhinged Lunatic Howling at the Full Moon

 

On the night of the blood red super full moon

I sat in an evil, depraved godforsaken bar

 

Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

Washed down by endless rounds of whiskey

rum, tequila, vodka, soju and of course beer

drinking with my buddies the Jack Daniels Gang

 

Drinking my way to Hell and beyond

Just as fast as I could

twenty damn drinks too sober

 

Just an unhinged lunatic

Dreaming of howling at the full moon

 

Watching the world walk by

Looking at all the fine-looking babes

Walking by the street

 

Thinking wild, erotic thoughts

Of endless wild libertine passions

 

When into the bar

That din of cosmic depravity

 

Walked the most beautiful women

In the Universe

 

So wild, so free

So wonderfully alive

 

I did not know what to do

As this vision of delight

Sauntered through the bar

 

In a skin-tight leather pant

Looked so fine

That my eyeballs hurt

 

And finally, I had to say something

So, I gathered up my manly courage

And walked up to her

 

And she looked at me

And instantly bewitched my soul

 

With a devilish grin

I lost all reason

And became a raving lunatic

Unhinged lunatic

Howling at the blood red full moon

 

Foaming at the mouth

A wild, free werewolf

Howling at the lunatic light

Of the blood red blue full Moon

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

 

When I was young and foolish

Broke and stubborn

I hitchhiked across the USA

 

Started in Salt Lake City

Where my greyhound bus pass

Was stolen

 

The station manager

Could have helped me

But refused to do so

 

Threaten to call the cops

When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags

 

I said

Go ahead

But I am so out of here

 

Wondered about Salt Lake City

Went to a bar

Found I had to buy my booze

Next door

And they would mix it for me

 

Had to order food too

After a bloody Mary

And a burger

 

I walked about town

Saw the Mormon Temple

 

Finally about 3 pm

It was time to hit the road

Did not look back

 

Ended up in Cody Wyoming

Got a room shower

Steak beer

Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars

Money really went far

Back in those days

 

A band of professional

Communist agitators

Gave me a ride

To Des Moines

 

Lots of weed, booze

And politics later

Got off the road

Slept outside

 

Next day

A beautiful woman

Drove me to near Chicago

In a red mustang

 

Might have been

The girl in the song

Took it easy

Digging her vibe

 

She invited home

But was not sure

If her estranged husband

Would welcome me

 

So, I am being foolish

And inexperienced with women

Did not go to her place

 

And always regretted

That I had lost

My chance that day

 

Then on to Chicago

Several rides later

Visited friends

 

Hit the road again

A series of uneventful rides

With truckers

And others

 

And a week later

I ended in New York City

 

Slept along the way

In cars

In truck stops

In high way rest stops

 

Always moving

Always going

Non stop talking

And lots of free weed

And beer

And conversation

 

One more memorable ride

Occurred outside Albany

On my return to Chicago

 

A middle age creepy looking man

Picked me up

In a brand-new Cadillac

 

He was he said a dynamite deliverer

For the Mafia

Went to various places

To blow up shit

 

He hated a lot of people

Particularly hippies from California

And Jewish people

 

Looking at me to confirm

That I was both

 

I told him that I lived in New York

And had never been to California

And although I might have looked Jewish

As I what was called back in the day

A “Jewfro”

 

I was not Jewish

Many years later I discovered

That I am indeed part Jewish

But then I did not know

And I felt a bit of strategic information

Might keep me alive

 

Then I realized that he was just jiving with me

And we relaxed

And he pulled out some weed

And beer

And we mellowed out

 

But I believe that he really was with the mob

Perhaps not a dynamite dealer

A real made Italian made mafia member

 

By Chicago

I had enough

I called my Dad

Told him what had happened

 

Wanted a ticket home

And he sent me a ticket

And 500 dollars

And I went home

 

I told him I would tell him

My tales some day

But never did

 

I learned so much

About my fellow Americans

And the strange vibe

That was 1975

 

And now it is too late

But I wanted to finally

Tell the world

 

Of my hitchhiking tales

In search of America 1975

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Will this Darkness End

 

As the darkness settles down on the land

All are consumed with evil

Foul deeds and endless darkness

I wonder if it will ever go away

 

Yes I wonder

If our great nightmare will ever end

Are we doomed

To live out the decline of America?

 

This is what I pray for 2018

The end of the darkness

The unleashed hatred

that consumes our land

 

 

 

 

 

 

the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly

 

I am a bus rider

That makes me unusual

For a white male

From an upper middle class family

 

Our people are not bus riders

Though some are subway riders

 

Bus riders are other people

The poor, minorities, immigrants

People who don’t drive

Because they are blind

Or have a DUI

 

And in my case

I don’t drive

Because I have bad vision

And bad coordination

Just never got the hang

Of the whole driving thing

 

Fortunately for me

My wife does the driving

But I still take the bus

From time to time

 

I rode the AC buses in Berkeley

As a child

Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus

Rode them long before BART came along

And afterwards as well

 

As an adult seldom rode the bus

But when I did so

I was always impressed

By the sheer diversity

Of the bus riding property

 

Hundreds of languages

All sorts of sexual orientation

Some were white

Most were not

 

Most of my fellow passengers

Were nice enough

Some were friendly

And some were lost

In their own thoughts

 

And a few

Were scary looking dudes

With the look

Of someone who had done time

And were capable of more violence

 

I also rode the bus

In Seattle as a graduate student

A lot of fellow UW students

And the usual immigrants

Minorities etc

 

And some white people

Commuting

 

And in DC

Over the years

I rode a lot of buses

 

Mostly to and from the metro

But I got to know

And love the DC buses as well

 

I also took the greyhound bus

Across the country

Several times over the years

All over the U.S.

 

From Bay Area to Stockton

From Bay Area to Clear Lake

From Bay area to NYC

NYC to DC

All over the USA

 

Taking the Greyhound

Was always an an adventure

Met a lot of interesting people

As people on long distant bus rides

Tend to open up and talk

To pass the time away

 

Overseas I took the bus

All over

In India, in Barbados

In Spain and in Korea

 

The Korean buses

For many years

Were difficult for foreign visitors

As the signs were all in Korean

 

Most have signs

Now in English, Chinese and Korean

And are much more foreigner friendly

 

Riding the bus

In America

Allows one access

To the underbelly of American society

The poor, the marginalized

The immigrant communities

 

That many middle class white people

Just never see

 

And for that reason

I am glad

That I am a bus rider

 

 

 

 

 

Back in Korea

 

back in Korea. Arrived at 5 am had a smooth flight for once. saw lots of movies, including the Manchurian candidate which is suddenly very timely.

 

Good news on the publishing front.

 

1. Ego Phobia published my bus riding and hitchhiking poems!

 

here’s the link

http://egophobia.ro/?p=12309

 

2. Duane Voorhees published my “decline of America” on his Poetree.

 

The Decline of America

 

You see it everywhere

The unmistakable signs

 

That the decline of America

Is in full swing

 

As our emperor in waiting

Withdraws the US

 

From the climate change agreement

Giving the proverbial finger

To 195 world leaders

 

And ignoring the personal appeal

Of the G7 and the Pope

 

Making America Great

By making America all alone

In its growing irrelevance

 

As the world leaders turn away

From dealing with the US

 

And we have gone past the tipping point

There is nowhere left to go

But downward

 

As the Empire begins to collapse

Victim of imperial overreach

Like all empires before

 

The DC metro on a good day

Is a broken-down remnant

Of a once proud system

 

On a bad day

It is an accident that happens

Over and over again

Killing and maiming people

 

The future of mass transit

Its proponents said

 

The interstate highway system

Is falling apart day by day

Our bridges are falling down

Our transit is a world joke

 

The cost of rebuilding America mounts

And our politicians are afraid

That it will cost trillions of dollars

 

Just to prevent the US from collapsing

Into third world irrelevance

 

And our idiot president’s answer

Is to sell our highways and bridges

To the highest foreign bidder

 

Treating the US as just another failed company

Ready to be stripped for cash and profits

By the vulture capitalists who took over the government

 

We have the world’s most expensive military

A million dollars per missile

 

And yet we can’t find the money

To provide decent health care for all

 

Bombs and tax cuts for the wealthy

Are the only things

That the Republicans care about

 

And the world looks in amazement

At the clown boy President

 

As he struts about

Looking more and more

Like some Banana Republic

President for life

 

With his family grabbing as much loot

As they can

From the federal government

 

Before the coming revolution

Overthrows them

 

When did we start this decline?

Some say 1960s started it

Others say Nixon’s to blame

 

Others claim that it was Carter’s fault

Or Saint Reagan’s fault

 

Or the other boy President GW Bush

Or Obama the fake American’s fault

 

Does it really matter

All I know

Is the America I knew

 

The can do anything country

The country that went to the moon

Is alas no more

 

And I morn for our lost liberties

Our lost sense of purpose

 

Our lost sense that America

Was the last great hope of Mankind

 

And still I wonder

Can America be made great again?

As our President Trump proclaims

 

The end times approaches

Nuclear war is talked about

 

Another missile crisis

And instead of JFK leading the country

We have Donald John Trump

 

The one and only

The greatest con man

To ever get elected

 

And I fear the end is in sight

As America begins its decline

 

Will we be one country

Or will we erupt into a civil war

 

Can we survive

Two nations divided

Into the red and blue camps

 

The coastal elites and multiethnic cities

And Jesus land in the rural hinterlands

And the deep south remains apart

 

The right claims that the left has started it

And the left claims that the right has started it

 

And both sides claim that the civil war

Is inevitable

 

A fight for the future of our country

Will we go back to the mythical past

When white men ruled the land

And women and minorities knew their place

And gays stayed in the closet?

 

Or will we embrace a progressive future

With an economy that works for all

 

And a world in which there is no ethnic majority anymore

And women and men are equal

And the GLBT community has full rights

 

I have no answer

It seems the end is coming

Sooner than we think

 

As Emperor Trump leads us

Down a dark, strange dangerous path

 

And so, it goes

The decline of empires

 

And I pray

That I may survive

The end of times

 

Microsoft Found Poetry

 

I recently installed Microsoft dictation program. I tested it and found that it was filled with bugs. 50 percent of the time it works, and when it works about half the results are what I dictated, the others are nonsensical commands – my favorite being play sly and the family’s summer in city which it did- and the rest is gibberish.  Some of the results are funny, some profound. So I wrote five found poems based on the dictation results. there is the first one:

 

The following is a verbatim copy of the gibberish that Microsoft dictation software spew
forth the first ten times I tried it. First I could not get it to recognize any thing. I called Microsoft tech support who suggested I reformat my hard drive and did not suggest that I buy an external mike. I did at Best Buy and then the program worked after I rebooted the computer six times and went through the set-up microphone procedure three times.

I thought that the results of this experiment were at times ludicrous so thought it would make a fine found poem. I merely broke it into stanzas otherwise the words are the way it typed out on the screen. I found if I spoke really slow the error rate was a bit less, if I spoke too fast it just did nothing.

I sent this to Microsoft but don’t expect a response.

Thanks
Enjoy

Begin Microsoft dictation found poem:

Her and they moved to
a the final inspection went well
with E wall
back to the apartment

and brown
we had left the keys
are in the car

but fortunately
we ran two
are rules that TV does not

ruin were bought
baby by Jews
they’ll be able to see you
and your evening

we win
two Home Depot and Costco
and then who can free pizza
for dinner we want to eastern market
and shot the movie
dress report to the berber
back home
and went to bed
about the nine

the dictation is working up
from 50% of the time
cue-card will keep
the hope that the difference
in win over to

in the meantime
I will keep brokerage
and user to ride
bay from all working

you in this
is Trevor Rowe junior middle school?

Microsoft did tuition
continues two 50%
of the time
one the visual dictation data
his sometimes schuler’s
shall I am sure

even when you shoot a film,
today we’ll meet with Perot’s
to turn over the key
and then paid the porch
and weather permits

and then maybe have dinner
with more drivers
wore see the movie
Mama Mia

should be a good
if I have time
High-level
also do some solutions all

Still having problems with my group
saw fit to Asia
still very strange
each results
it’s well as run
the south: today in that age

When to the house
and your lunch
had a good lunch
when the two D. Meyer

we are only eight at the red cross
to the I had a BLT
center with each 10 home

to ensure came home
at 230 and we walked
back to the house

did was a very hot air
to move the best way
to beat the fencing guy

Go to End

can show them the fencing edition
about $4000 or so
came home to a
Her and then run back home
Had celebrated for dinner
and wash two episodes of a series of unfortunate events
than started reading The two men

To the house
and the DM 2 me
the pay
for its then
Go to End

go to the paint shop
to buy more pain
noses were very first

Go to End

had too old
to be in this meet pizza.

Go to End

Went out at 8 am
to the house to meet
had too old to be in this meet pizza
have peace of for dinner

go to Sly and the Family Stone Yes No?
Play Summer Time in the City Yes

the painters
then walked to the Paint Shop
the in the top of the state intends
the the the the the the the
Pizza
Dinner salad
Say number okay 4444
6666
2222

End Document

Save Changes Journal Yes No
Can’t complete last command
Undo command
Can’t save

Came back from the upper
the painting works great
progress

is how so
in a very hot as hell
bent tonight

will go to trade for Jones
for home to home
Number of records by second baseman from voting
and an batteries for remote control
shown
or just for a number of town hall

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