By Tom H. Brooks 3

Riding a bike through dead streets beneath a cool jewel moon…



“The world is in my head.

My body is in the world.”

“Words become indistinguishable from gestures.  The mime and the orator merge.

And the writer, darkening his page with ink, becomes a painter…”



Paul Auster

Report From the Interior


The future is calling…

it`s calling us further

into the mystery

Yes, we are all moving

inexorably into the future,

aren`t we?

Surely, we can travel

forward or backward in time

in our minds

We can live in the present,

fully or half-heartedly,

but always seeking more

Ultimately though,

our physical bodies are moving

relentlessly forward in time

We like to think we know

where we are going, alas,

the problem is always how to get there

As we travel onward, dead reckoning,

for our various endings,

we must always remember to leave room for error –

Things rarely go as planned…



Tokyo, Japan


“Sell crazy somewhere else.

We`re all stocked up here.”

Jack Nicholson

As Good As It Gets


“Well, there are certain sections of New York, Major, that I wouldn’t advise

you to try to invade.”

(`Rick Blaine` {Bogart} talking to the Nazis)

*   *   *   *   *   *

“You despise me, don`t you?”

“Well, if I gave you any thought, I probably would.”

Humphrey Bogart



Chapter 1

“Riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

Sir Tristram, violer d’amores, fr’over the short sea, had passencore rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor had topsawyer’s rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens County’s gorgios while they went doublin their mumper all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all’s fair in vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a peck of pa’s malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.

The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntro varrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes: and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since devlinsfirst loved livvy.

What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishygods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still out to mathmaster

Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons catapelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms.”

Okay, so if you`re wondering, this is the first few lines of Finnegan`s Wake by James Joyce.  I hate to be judgmental,  but Jesus Christ, what the HELL is this guy talking about?!?  Seriously!!!  I mean, I can`t fucking believe that this is rated as one of the greatest books in English literature according to certain people.  It doesn`t make a bit of sense and the WHOLE book reads like this.  Experimental or not, it is just completely insane.  Go figure…


“The aim of surrealism is to resolve the previously contradictory conditions of dream and reality.”



Cherry blossoms floating upward

into a green sky

A blue-suited salaryman and a homeless man

drink whiskey together in a Tokyo alley

The elephant and the lion

sit down for tea

The raven and the duck

share a picnic lunch at the park

War is the ever-popular violent

pastime of the human race

A gorilla wearing Armani and drenched in Drakkar cologne

denies the troublesome celebrity admittance to the nightclub

Barack Obama and Dick Cheney smoking crack

together in the deep ghettos of Washington D.C.

Charles Bukowski rises from his grave

and goes to work on Wall Street

Walt Disney and a group of rabbis eating

matzo ball soup in a Jewish deli in Brooklyn

Henry David Thoreau suddenly decides that he

hates the wilderness and moves to live in Shanghai

Jean-Paul Sartre and Bernard-Henri Levy discuss

the New Testament of the Bible in the Sistine Chapel

America abruptly stops fighting

in wars of any type

The Japanese stop both eating sushi and whaling

and become the world`s biggest consumers of kangaroo meat

Jesus and the Devil still in the desert

arm-wrestling, drinking scotch and arguing about everything

Tim Cook has Bill Gates in a brutal

headlock and will not let go for anything

The Pope drunk and smoking in a

roadhouse bar in Gatlinburg, Tennessee

Stephen Hawking and Michio Kaku lost in the jungles

of Borneo and discussing the work of Beatrix Potter

The serpent and naked Eve eating the

forbidden fruit together in a sunlit glade of Eden

All the Mexicans

go back to Mexico

All the white people in

America move to Africa

Los Angeles, California becomes a Utopia

and consequently, the safest place on Earth

Tom Brooks writes a book about knitting, crochet and Navajo weaving

and it is on The New York Times bestseller list for an unprecedented 88 weeks

You read this and you think it is the absolute

best poem you have read in your life…EVER



Tokyo, Japan



There is something about

the dead of night that inspires me

Something in the deep darkness that

puts cool jewels of poetry on the page

While the world is sleeping or

otherwise occupied watching television

I glide through silent night streets and

capture visions and words from the crisp night air

Inspiration comes to me with the ghosts

who float in the quiet desolation of forgotten places

Yes, there are treasures to be found

at midnight on the edge of town…



“Because I’m still in love with you, I wanna see you dance again,

Because I’m still in love with you, on this Harvest Moon…”

Neil Young


“If you’re looking for hot water, don’t act shocked if you get burned a little bit„,”

Jack White




Tokyo, Japan


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