The Pool Boy

 One time I was cleaning this doctor's swimming pool ..I was out around the side fooling with the pump and filter basket..his wife was out of town...this friendly whore came out wrapped tight in medical gauze and smiled at me.

The End 

Met the horse of a Primrose home.

 The lout cried out towards the Pleiades In the lower eastern sky.... alas alas.......

Not only are we confined to this earthly realm........

But....... Also to the furthest reaches of the Universe.

1957

 1957 was neon flashing........

That was the year prior to birth..........

'Gather round they all have something to say'

Someone interjected....  does the garbage man read?

OH the book title can we call it  'Arrogant Pricks'?

Early the suggestion was to learn a   'Whole Hearted Song'

Excuse me: I don't know who,,, ahhh do you?

Really should you?  Which then?

Is thought I did said?

Called out STEADY everybody.... Steady........... now........

Everyone is living under Stress...... one way or the other.

Our measuring up.......

Oh dear person... I will say as I choose...

I mean after all it is what you went to war for to protect for me.

Thank you.

To delve deeper

 There there you sleep in we wouldn't want to disturb you.

Don't you think Oasis Lane has a nice ring to it?... in the Barren High Desert.

Of course you don't want to talk about it or see it as it has become unpleasant.

Why!  Free likes.... like everything else because you think so.

Because you think so does not make it so.  

Well that may be what  I think.

Get it?  Don't doesn't matter anyway.....

Why it's the New humor.

To delve deeper....

What others think...

and if there are no others... then what?

Is it to early?

is it to soon?

Buying it for Cheap!

Better then a like an  annoy button..

Our  being enraptured with what others may think!

Why glorious !

Our strange addictions ... for sure...

The all of us one way or another.

To Face it.

The way we think is an addiction... 

This My posed question.....

You tell me.

Love your new humor.

Letter of Brevity

 Dear I Want,

All bad ideas .

                                     Love  Materialism .

Throughout our existence the sickness of no love

 Did I fall asleep again in my easy chair?

The interpretation of my dream:

and...... everyone went their separate ways..........

In the World there was no unity.

The fortune cookies  were to get thrown into the trash unopened  it did appear.

He got up and made the coffee extra strong that morning.

That place he had just come from in his dream.

They were all selfish individuals.........

All busy doing their own small things...

and...... nothing anyone did was of any interest to anyone else.....

It was a very long cast of characters...  weird little creatures....

What will you do? She said to him... as the head mistress... your homeless where will you go?

His heart sank for he thought he had found a home at last.

Everyone there had their sicknesses ......

The sickness of NO LOVE.

They even had an abortion clinic on the grounds.....

But they played movies there of Mothers in bed with several of their own children experiencing joy  and those feelings of  grave loss had an earlier path been chosen that wasn't for the some or the all.

Aircraft were circling over head.. some way up high others lower.. landing in the field half crazy sideways...  he was old and watching...  it was to late..... he was decrepit and broke it may as well of been a million miles away for him.

The desert place had steep roofs and he was afraid to go down the ladders..in search for his belongings to pile in some new place to call home... for the unwanted.

He came across wild Javelina's     and they were non to friendly looking either he kept his distance...

It was his old friend Tom at the little video monitor... who had created a great cast of fantasy characters not unlike some of great acclaim for someone else... he was looking at ... and wondered where was the big screen?

It really wasn't feigned  interest or was it?  He did not particularly care for fantasy of any sort.. but still did not want to dismiss his friends obvious talents.

The fortune cookies still sat unopened he had shit out the meal earlier and flushed.

Still he wondered about the idea of adding to their case.

For a moment you are feeling all warm and fuzzy and at home at ease ... then the head Mistress to whom you had such confidence in and even told her you loved her ... says to you..  'But where will you go as homeless?'

Hollow engulfs you.

Have you ever noticed it all boils down to    adding to the case of theirs?

OH sorry! ...... was my behavior a problem for you?

On the Bright side...  the rising in the Eastern Sky...  just before dawn these days..  The KIN.

Not to be a Jerk... but I like to sit in Peace...

and 45 minutes later  there you are back .

The unexplainable MOON

 Gabriel threw his notes away... he was rummaging through the trash the next day and found them... covered in some nasty juices...

He wanted to write about the unexplainable Moon.......

422 light years away or thereabouts  the Pleiades Sisters were screaming their lungs out at him....  na na na na na na...

                                                                                                                          na na na na na na.........

'A good remedy for living in this place is to go away for a while' they instructed.....

Did you ever think some people in this World value solitude vs incessant babbling?

Listening to Bitching when nobody has anything to say.....

and then  dare I say your   insane ongoing laughter....

Gabriel had heard 'They' think maybe the moon is Hollow....

It reverberated .........then made a big GONG.

love your lingerie ............. bye the way...

The Forensic Biologist

 He was handed a slip of paper years ago  from the homeless man in the parking lot up at the Winn Dixie on Big Pine.. on it was a copy of an artists rendition of a man holding a pen and paper among'st the tall buildings of Manhattan from which he had been delivered as an infant ... the man in the picture was  looking up towards the stars in a night sky over and above the City's Skyline.

He always thought Jersey John looked like the reincarnate  between Joseph Stalin and Charles Bronson... his plight in this life was to live in the woods for neigh on 40 years now... he had some arrest record too let me tell you .. he could of been in the book of some worlds records...  they had one thing at least in common ...   a hateful woman that kept him from what  he was legally  entitled too.... but it was years earlier... the lesson for him  was still  coming to be learned.

The Forensic Biologist approached the bench...... shortly after his death in his dearly beloved 'Woods'

'Why he never quit the worry and the struggle and the for whom exactly he lived his life.. we shall never know' as they rolled him into the crematorium ........

Not terribly reassuring ...... he thought to himself as he watched on .........

The court Jester next approached the bench..... 'Your honor to whom exactly are we offering up the pleasing and why would that be'?

Our diminished pursuit of happiness based upon who's authority?

Your OWN?

Or the things of stealth and lies and deceit that we allow to surround ourselves  with and accept in good faith without one single Qualm?

and the Judge replied... 'Of course' 'sure' 'why didn't you know?'

and laughed his ass off.........   Why He had been cheated.

Jambalaya

 What was that part that got you the most?

Ready for a Slew of word.

A sea of voices in oblivion.

The quaint running of your mouth.

Your   shenanigan the plan.

My loss of interest.

Imagine that stick a great insignia.

So deep the dream irretrievable .

Our choice to respond.

Soothing of self.

Flowers for the living what the purpose to the Dead.

The cuts of cloth same of kind.

Letters to a combination lock to express the repercussions cost.

Thought to word word to thought.

Choice to respond.

No manipulating of thoughts allowed nor brain extensions....

Your ancient embodiment

 Sorry not much in the way of a meaning........

Rams in my Veil they were Flern Hooked.

They were corralled all up and making their realizations .

All with their Flat Pitched personality's.........  coming to conclusions.

NAH..... you will tire long before that they exclaimed among'st themselves..........

Lots to learn from the Shepherds..........

about.......

Your ancient embodiment .

MY Curious

 My Curious

Come closer

Spray Tan 1.00

However it remains

Wiki Crymans says...

Ain't got it in my heart to offer the man a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich.

Your have to ask this:

King Arthur  her Author .

along the wall in Wall Mart

Make me laugh with your intelligence .

My Curious

The Big Yellow Hippie Bus

 The dream of the big yellow Hippie Bus:

It now sits a mile high with sweeping panoramic views of the high desert rolling plains...... Tires and wheels removed and propped up on old railroad ties...... Big YELLER............ The old School Bus...

If you listen hard you can hear the squealing children still........ 

Then came the Hippies to call it rolling home.......

'Hippies living on a bus...... when they are  all dead then what?  No more Freedom?

Send more machines to out smart us.

What few possessions...... last of the Mohicans? 

The then that tried to  gave it a whirl...........

Then the powers that be came and told them to move along........ opportunity presented itself elsewhere...

Some ran out of money and gas........

Some outside financing came and they changed their lifestyles........ hopped in on the system... but still smelled of Patchouli Oil........

God love us all.......

and the Big Yellow Hippie Bus.......

Little treasures.. that lay within. 

3 coins and an empty pimienta jar

So I'm trying to figure out if I can write about nothing or anything,

Yesterday walking down the shoreline I came across a small package wrapped tightly in plastic.

'It twitchy on Aphrodite when wind blew last night.'

An angry sky grew in the distance.

I was surrounded by a pod of dolphins in my little boat when sea turtles flew beneath me.

As I said I am challenging my self to see if I can write about nothing or anything.

What could possibly be the story behind the 3 one Peso coins and the empty red pepper bottle marked (pimienta roja) that were so tightly wrapped in black plastic?


Perhaps a math question in an interesting form ? Or

A boy was sent to get the pepper bottle refilled...for 3 pesos somewhere and he stopped and had a sit on the Malcon...and set package down and the wind blew it across the sea

So many scenarios.....if you had 3 Cuban Pesos and there were 25 Pesos in a US dollar how much would one Peso be worth ..

I once bought an Empenada for .12 cents in Havana on the street

Or 3 Pesos....as I recall...  Of course that was then.

I wonder if someone got scolded for loosing the 3 Pesos and the empty pepper bottle?

Or simply went without Cayenne?

Lost in a squall

Have you ever been lost in a squall?

Experienced spatial disorientation?

Had hallucinations?

Deciphering what is real?

Which way is up?

Lunacy films presents....


SENT A SIGNAL.

OK....so let's firstly go back to this issue
Does God or do the Gods have a sense of humor?

I hope so....

Like inheriant dynamic stability.

And struts..

Different breaking points and a BRS.

The joys of spatial disorientation....

THE new Normal: PISSY.

Bent over.........

Who's ready for fun time?

Slipping a little more every day.

Voices in the Wind.

Ingrown toenails of Humanity

He held a small brightly colored pod in each hand with a small nozzle ....

He was amazed how with a short burst of power he simply was levitated and hovering above the Canal just behind the house...

Some entirely different principle .. had him there just hanging in animation or going this way or that at his leisure.

Why he could see all the way across the bay up to the Quay... or where the Quay used to be... all that was left was the hurricane damaged remains of the small light house..  he could fly past there and to Flamingo just east of Cape Sable in a breeze a flash if he wanted to.. but for now he was content on just hovering.. and  looking down at the Bikini clad neighbor of his laying in the Chase lounge without a care in the World.

What he enjoyed most about it all was the perspective...  not the forward motion or the Speed... but the Hovering in effect...

To see down the blouse .... and gain perspective

There was a gunfire ban.. so he figured he would not get blown down out of the SKY... for now...

So he questioned of himself.... what is the point to the game?

His answer to himself was  Free flight with no destination .

Having A suspension in Space... combined with the element of doing nothing.

Not having do something to find fulfillment ... How was it that often  some were finding  a thrill and temporary satisfaction with the  Given Element of Danger?...  frankly spinning in and dyeing for it.... he knew some fundamental rules simply could not be broken if using archaic means.. but  still many refused to learn and  frequently plummeted to their deaths...  Kind of an Icarus thing.. he supposed to himself ... in a way...  not listening to what POP had to say when turning on a base to final.

Our protection, the way of the World not the way of anything else...  perhaps his new found levitating was just something new to worry about?

Buy  why the refuse to see part of others ? The only other thing he felt he was maybe good at was  dark and sardonic humor?

Was humor something that went beyond earthly plains?

He was glad for flight and good humor.

But not the  Ingrown toenails...of humanity

Upheaval

Things to do in the Florida Keys......

List not a long one.

Best one of the best ones in the World.

No treating Symptoms.

Fiction times  Time.

Strong People.

Connected Words and Contradicting Points

The Gathering of Thought..........

Rah, go, team!

Competition breeds aggression.

Take it to heart.



We don't want Crazy people.

Your expectation your class your client.

Conclusion programming.

Historical Trauma.

Money is the root of all evil.........

and yet.

Yo Ho Ho.........

Remembering at least 5 Green Flashes with you and your taste and knowledge of popular music.

You called me an enigma once a badge I wear proudly.

The Giver Behind the Scene.....

She rode the train almost every day into  Manhattan........ From Long Island ....

To be up high in that building with those sticky Lawyers.... she did not like very much .... I can tell ya that.

Fuck Spell Check............... she was done with it...  she got sick and tired and died... she showed them.

She told me in her last year or two of life... she was glad she had cancer..... it was over..... The Battle.. was coming to a close.......

That meant she did not have to go to Her  SHIT job anymore.......... it was appalling... to hear her say that!   Yes.... appalling to me....  that is fucking right! 

And what about it?  What of it?


It sticks with me......... not YOU!

Why didn't you CUT AND RUN.... when there was still time... if you hated it so much?

She was known as the GIVER ....  Give Give Give...........

The giver's pure intention was soiled............. By the  TAKER.

THING IS..........

'But is' it the Truth?

Please sign on the dotted lined...... we would like you to further relinquish any say so you might have

.... once again in the situation of her wishes..........




A  Culpability   that belongs to so and so-known as someone else is now surfacing... at the platform.

FAT ZERO  wanted to know so he questioned ........' What Document are you talking about' having found?

NOT NOW........ HE can't be bothered   ....

Dr. NO MONEY   is in Surgery..........

The True givers pure intent was Soiled..........

Your infinite cooperation is required..........

What Else could be on your mind....... but our financial freedom... of course.................

Here is a riddle here is a clue........

The pleasure is mine.

Your Pretense.

The giver behind the scenes is watching....... you........

Gone Sailing..........

Make a big old face for me...

The insidious nature of belief systems.... and  Things......

Imagination is no substitute for the Reality.

How is it we attribute beauty and value to persons and things and yet with not being able to readily obtain them or their presence?

Is it We don't see value or we simply  don't recognize it just there in front of us for the reaching out and grasping.... ?

Timeless Flight.....

The contribution of Etymology ........

How is your Monkey this morning dear ?    Kind Ding a Ling is asking.

Getting Thru....?

Wittgenstein was one who said:  Answers will come from Linguistics....  if I understand correctly.

SHHHHH   is the Word...... among'st our Global Leaders.......

Greetings..... from the School of......

Make a big old face for me.........

This thing with words

This thing with words.........

and a neon screen.........

Astraddle the back of a Rocket Ship........

"By the light of the silvery Moon"

By the same Token..........

"This and That"  "This and That"

There is a rustle over  in the Schefflera......

'I wouldn't know but to question'  I am certain it is only the 'Wind'

Keeps popping up.....

Extortion -VS the direct means........

'What is it worth... To You?'

'More along the lines of  what I was thinking'

Listening and hearing the Crickets.....

Looking skyward I hear the sound of the Halyards gently slapping against the side of the aluminum mast... as if  to  ring to a  bell...........

These Present Spots in Time.......

The upper, mid level then surface winds...........

The illusion of a distant star Drifting past.....

The unattended ...... 

Already assigning  blame.

Getting Thru...... Your Joy........ how sad

The not passing along down the chain of serious problems......

This the Reason.....  'Good as Any'

Peak interest.....

Passing interest along.......

The continuity......

'I hope you can come to terms'

Not understand me as if I were your ruler........

This thing with words..