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Crickets

crickets. frightening sounds. invasions and piles. black hoppers. black hoppers. the odor of crickets. crickets. looked down the hall. too early for empty nest blues. echoes of machines. echoes of machines. the clicks. crickets. hazardous for lead singers. poor Peggy Sue. from Buddy to Box. from Buddy to Box. that'll be the day. crickets. the sound of nothing. an afterthought. instigator of action. instigator of action. nothing else. amgx3 d7gx3

Rainout Beers

     like cats it came down.  the October rain was relentless and loud as we sat on the two rows patio in Allen, Texas.  no tennis this night, just some rainout beers with keck and billy vita.  just as well.  we were all in some state of chaos, confusion, or discernment.  keck and his recent brush with tennis humility.  max King had destroyed him.  6-1, 6-0 old style scoring method.  his credentials were discovered only later and included professional status and bent tree certifications.  keck was talking about this guy's game, just better and smarter.  and he was older.  max King was 55, keck estimated.  always pushing forward, always putting shots away at the net.  and spin, and drop shots, and extreme angles.  his was not a game we knew.  and we knew.  keck promised to start working on his net game and asked billy and I for our best pointers.  somehow, I had been blessed with quick fe...

Spork

got a salad and some soup. wondering what to do. all I really need is a spork. morning, noon, or night. wrapped and sanitized. yes I do, yes I love a spork. you might call me a dork. but I love a spork. yes I do, yes I love a spork. c f gfc

Spicy Jambalaya

cg fc fcgc gc got more air in my hair, oh no. got more air in my hair, good god. now I don't care about my hair wake up happy just to be here. more air in my hair, alright. hot tubs are required all the time. hot tubs are required to clear my mind. powerful jets to loosen my neck. keep it going even though I'm a wreck. hot tubs are required alright. the yawning starts about 10 o'clock, don't you know. the yawning starts about 10 o'clock, yaaaawwn. if I get still, let's be real. grab a blanket cause I got the chills. yawning starts about 10 o'clock, alright. that spicy jambalaya takes me down, it sucks. that spicy jambalaya takes me down, can't eat it. fires in my belly, can't hold it steady. to eat it again would be just silly. spicy jambalaya takes me down, alright.

Same Old Road

...the sky seems different now see the dust smell the clouds... ...all the stars getting through far away ones we never knew... ...caught up in the Milky Way out there in the center of space... ...constellations never named they were there just the same... ...seen at night a long time ago walking down the same old road...

Standing Where Buzzards Fly

...bank robbers and oil barons...standing where buzzards fly...the first hill was tough...the second peak must be climbed too...pay it forward with barbque...varieties of dunkels and Colorado bulldogs.. this place could make it...real buffalo herds and gypsum rock everywhere...the deer skinning was shocking...quartered up and put on ice...tamales and jalepeno beans...pumpkin shots...twenty dollar buy in went quick...heartbreak ridge...weird white people in mad max...cot sleeping...forehand was unstoppable...signed the trophy with permanent black ink...throwing footballs through the trees...the kraut and the chops...the okies left Dallas crying again...heavy metal afternoon...that cross bow is easy...pull it all the way back...one big night...chess is out...leave the dishes in the sink...these cards have gone cold...

A Sensible Design

...gift of the senses. before feeling, things were never felt. things should be felt, so we feel. before seeing, colors were wasted. colors should not be wasted, so we see. before tasting, eating was a bore. eating should not be a bore, so we taste. before smelling, scoundrels could not be sniffed out. scoundrels should be sniffed out, so we smell. before hearing, all the valleys were silent. valleys should not be silent, so we hear. ...a sensible design.

Just Before The Thinking Starts

on the other side of the horizon, just before the thinking starts. when we're still dreaming and the cares of this world are gone. this place is quiet. holding on to night. then it disappears. the night, it disappears. the stars are only invisible my babes, they still guide the day. more time for living and loving, until time just goes away. CG FC FC FC GFC

This Spacefolk Music Floats

**from the notebooks of the men from nantucket, paul gorman and mark ball* * the journey, this float, never lasts forever.  eventually, we will reach land.  before we reach land, however, we will see the land.   on the horizon, in the distance, clear as a blood red moon.  seen with telescopes and high powered binoculars.  home is free.  we might encounter resistance, but we will land on the land.  and so it is with the men from nantucket.  as we have done all along--searching, finding, landing, only to do it over again.  until one day, when we sink the boats.  we see the land clearly now, our visions not the same as before, but better, because they are now real.  and this reality may be warped, as all realities are warped says steinbeck, but it is the reality of the men from nantucket. these are the final musical preparations as we enter the harbor, before we hit the dock.  the adjustments to the final drafts of the men fr...

All Caught Up In Moods And Vibes

...when all the moods are in alignment... ...each helping the other and understanding... ...it is the same with circles of association too... ...different individuals together for some reason... ...each with their own mood balance to consider... ...a family, a team, a class, a gang, a band, a congregation... ...each individual associated with all the others... ...although an actual relationship may not exist... ...or broken with the feelings being mutual... ...somewhere in between sadness and acceptance... ...anger and frustration are horrible and dark... ...predictable actions followed by predictable regret... ...righteous wrath is not anything we can deliver... ...our wrath is inspired by resentment, envy, and insecurity... ...get back to our place and understand our fate... ...these blinks of years will pass as our eyes melt away... ...sunrises and sunsets are stacking up in a glorious tower... ...the ride is in full motion and we are holding on... ...our souls ca...