WEED MAN

Columbia Retreat Feb. 2-15 (reserve your slot now)

After working in Oakland for 15 years

OR SO.

I had to escape,

Oakland will always own my persona.

A Berkeley Born guy,

That worked a real job,

All of his income from one smalltime thug,

City in the East Bay.

Three real jobs,

Then I retired, travel, smoke

and Write.

From my hotel room,

Like Bukowski of my Own Madness,

Like a Chinaski that had to leave Germany for LA.

I left-

And there’s no going back now.

I am not a weed man,

I have to have boundaries,

Meds,

Smokes,

Coffee,

That’s about it.

But…Seattle taught me how to smoke,

Back in 2007 I was there-

It was a poetry tour of Magnums

It was out of proportion

It fit perfectly inside of your mouth or crevice

5 Guys out to destroy the world.

Only repping one city in the US.

BERKELEY

5 guys.

Doug, Jamie, Christian, Issac-

And this mutha fucka closing with his silliest version of Lenny Bruce.

There was this one show at the Seattle Slam, that I did a brief 5-minute interlude of every white Seattle supper sonics fan throwing up their white Double U’s at the Wu-Tang show.

We got in free-

we performed along with Buddy Wakefield

at a small spoken theater show that was

part of Bumpershoot.

That was a long time ago.

But these memories of poets are all I have to go back on.

I’m not a comedian.

I am a poet that does not give a fuck.

Anymore.