Bostonville Sound

.telecaster, stratocaster, resonator slide.decide on all 3.

.prince swept up his floor.back in the day.

.picking the melodies out.finding the good lines.

.there are no names to describe.where the fishermen eat.

.avatar possibilities.all the locals know.

.room echoed and talked.all the skins were amplified.

.the producer rolled tape quick.fix it all later.

.in came the sound scientist.broke those vocals down.

.the guitars, the guitars, all the guitars.american made.

.caught that bostonville sound.wrapped it up in one day.

.far away eyes and western noise.the choir comes in.

Ludicrats

.the audience is tired and panting.
.the ludicrats are whining.
.their club is behind the times.
.colonial times were for the brave.
.demanding the law.
.electric blue and flashing.
.announcing the new age.
.venus was shining like a spotlight.
.gonna go march.
.you look up with a confused face.
.said you got a good deal.
.peace ain't gonna come.
.forgot to let the dog out.
.where the lily pads swim.
.all the searching for the gold.
.the fast and loose ain't around anymore.
.known a few girls.
.they are all done now
.each one it's own.

Tangles And Instructions

connections of wires
tangles and instructions
pictures scattered everywhere

indications of liars
blames and interruptions
slouching in chairs

nations of buyers
awards and inductions
completely beyond repair

collections of deniers
tickets and infractions
forgiveness seems rare

gcgcgcd7

Long Legged Dynamos

.those peanut gallaries are all staged.the makeup winos and long legged dynamos.the human is walking a sad road.incredible and inevitable.we will face the sword one day.or maybe night.never thought about that.will I even care.probably not.but.I think I wanna go in the morning.and I wanna be awake.don't wanna die in my sleep.taste it til the last.creamation or burial is the question.treat the bones with respect.they are of the earth.dirt.sea.air.but that is for later.this we always know.now we are not dead.we are older than ever and will never be this young again.this january night is nice.gulf winds already blowing the ice away.gonna be a light summer for bugs.froze those suckers good.

Anticipation

.the weirdos have spoken. .it seems clear. .but sounds completely odd. .this notion, this thought. .about love. .not self love. .that is too easy. .and not weird. .it will shock. .and awe. .motivations will be questioned. .no one is a natural. .not here anyway. .stop this right now. .you righteous warriors. .break the bank. .pour out the last of the wine. .plead to God. .cry out loudly. .scream from a deep place. .learn to love. .think about being loved. .a rare reality indeed. .star gazers. .black night celebrations. .hear us lie. .see us try. .only anticipation keeps us alive.

Squares Of The Square

.pipe down there. .keep it quiet. .out back. .thats where the talking is. .this is the glow room. .only music allowed. .not that popping rap. .please. .like groovy music. .you know the kind. .time toe tapping by. .honking horns and dings. .electric light orchestra. .that strange magic. .cant get it out of my head. .the muse days. .golden and needy. .awkward lunches and press room presses. .clearly, we chose correctly. .the filming is underway. .relationships have been established. .characters of character are rare. .they might not even exist. .our movements are predictable. .our moods sway rapidly. .disappointment and regret. .jostled out of bed. .we are alive and we are kicking. .only tighter and tighter. .lean down and touch the floor. .palms flat. .release the arms from the back. .just fall. .because there is fire. .and there is wind. .for all on earth. .a huge chess game is being played. .rooks and knights. .bishops and pawns. .the squares of the square.

Chow Line

Move over all you people in the chow line. This dinner ain't done. We had the leafy greens, we had the pasta too. The end is what's left. It is sweet. All these selections are confusing me. The tarts and the cakes. Ala mode, she asked. And I confirmed. Sugar, sugar, sugar, Shake, Shake, Shake....boogiewoogie with the back melodies. And the heat to follow. The grounds soaked and still hot. Black is all. It's all I need.

Martin Luther King Sr.

"Who was Martin Luther King Jr named after?" /Martin Luther./"No. Martin Luther King Jr was named after Martin Luther King Sr, who changed his, and his son's, name after being inspired by Martin Luther, the German Christian reformer, writer, and intellectual." /I never thought about that./"It's true."

Hornswoggle

.the look in her eyes was real. .good gosh she was beautiful. .her skin was light and smooth. .her lips were huge and red. .she knew I was no scoundrel. .she poured out her heart. .told long stories of this and that. .asking questions to know more. .listening closely and hoping. .the fix could be in alright. .candor could hornswoggle everyone.

The Soul Knows

The reasonableness of it all, constantly reinforced and encouraged. Conformity like a continental glacier, slow and undeniable. The passive nod and nod. Like necks on springs. Surrounded by some sort of intellectual understanding. The understanders are all around, shouting down the simple. You are too simple minded, they say. Mocking and superior. Please know this is only my observation, I can only see what I see, hear what I hear. Conclusions can only be drawn. Not assumed. Patriotic duties and true colors. The eyes will always decide. The more we try, the deeper we fall. Forever, we free fall with no end. Others will capture your heart. Many will disappoint. Only one will forgive. Only one is good. The pulse quickens, the soul knows. This is for creatures, with instincts, lusts, and appetites. This is for learning, from mistakes, missteps, and tragedies. All through the night she glowed. Preoccupied, but attentive. Curious and authentic.

Trespassing

.not many lights on in town.thought there would be more going on cause it was Saturday night.everybody tired from working.they don't have weekends out here.or weeks.just days and days.at the same expected pace.the sun went down forever it seemed.headlights far off.rifle shots echoing throughout the canyon.stayed low and relied on previous training.instincts better now than in my youth.made it to the stream and drank the cool water.made the crossing and kept moving.knowing daylight was short.protected from the harsh land by proper clothing.alert to cacti traps and two inch thorns.foot went numb for a moment when one stabbed my ankle.poison venom from the brush.headed back after surveying our position and moved quick.under the barbed wire we elbowed.up the steepest part if the ridge.back to base camp.then the guns.45s,38 specials,magnums,bushwackers,Russian pistols,metal piercing bullets,high velocity,and sighted in.old men worry about trespassing.but we're really just passing through.making a good life and spending days.those grudges are in the past.live forgiven and free.be a light in the town.

Complete Suburban Meltdown

Plastered walls and gummy vitamins.
Crown molding and family size tea bags.
Decorator bills and frozen waffles.
Ceiling fans and diet drinks.
Door knockers and full fruit bowls.
Leather frames and homemade pasta.
Patio furniture and cherry tomatoes.
Dim lit corners and freezer burn.
Mexican tiles and mexican beers.
Massive mirrors and granola bars.
Broken clocks and jelly jars.
Atrium chandeliers and rye breads.
Modern shower heads and cracker boxes.
A complete suburban meltdown.

Hysterical Sanity

.buffed and shined.
.shredder day.
.hook the wires.
.check the signals.
.tucked in a corner.
.the laboratory.
.ask and listen.
.the future of sight.
.make permanent.
.lift your eyes.
.this world is ludicrous.
.its improbable happening.
.set just right.
.tipped for the seasons.
.spinning for the days.
.speeding for the years.
.all together.
.only gravity to blame.
.outlandish.
.dislocatable.
.treasonous.
.laugh out loud.
.holler and hoot.
.hysterical sanity.

eax3d7

Password Queens

...a dirty day.one for the weary and ashamed.we are only traveling.common instincts and pride.loud noises from far away.blaring constantly.hooked into the live wire.live action all around.password queens.perfect smiles and empty eyes.muttering of nonsense.appetites on display.plated food and glowing drinks.a word does not exist to describe the disgust.it is velcro to the mind.it must be torn off.ripped quick.shields and swords.we have been lulled.we are coasting downhill.the top has been crested.the speed of this wagon is increasing drastically.it cannot stop.it cannot be stopped.the crash will come.many can be saved.many can be delivered from the burden.from the worries.from the stresses of life.nothing will change.only your reaction to the action.little children, you are from god and have overcome them, for he who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.1john4:4...

Stay Close

.far be it 

.from me 

.to think back 

.and wonder 

.about this 

.or that 

.or the other thing 

.those moments 

.when the future 

.is on the line 

.our weakness 

.still there 

.our knowledge 

.of immortality 

.increasing always 

.no one gets 

.newer 

.stains of life 

.memories all 

.and now 

.the markers are marked 

.the twilight is near 

.more happy days 

.to come 

.despite the blues 

.more joy 

.more than you could even consider 

.stay close 

.do not wander far 

.cast away deceit 

.live in the light 

.this is impossible 

.without help 

False Science

.only the truth matters. 

.not that it's told. 

.that it does exist. 

.the unanswerable questions. 

.do have answers. 

.they remain unknowable. 

.this we know. 

.true science is true. 

.the collection of facts. 

.false science can be true. 

.assuming assumptions. 

.corrupted by desires. 

.the unknowable known. 

.juvenile minds are slaves. 

.to expectations of others. 

Space In Space

.we have reached the stars. 

.we are among them. 

.we have danced the last dance. 

.twirled and twirled. 

.smell of the mountains. 

.wet and fresh. 

.sand in our hair and on our feet. 

.hours of leisure. 

.memories to burn baby. 

.scenes flash in my mind. 

.we will illuminate the night. 

.with words and truths. 

.we will shout and stomp. 

.four four time. 

.check up on that harmonica player. 

.throughout the entire song. 

.we've never been in this space in space. 

.no one has.

In A Jar

.in this jar.
.i'm in this jar.
.come take me home lord.
.come take my heart. 

.had my one love.
.my one true love.
.completely happy.
.we were in love. 

.but I'm in this jar.
.in this dang jar.
.no way outta here.
.come take my heart. 

.my light is dimming.
.but it's glowing still.
.see them coming.
.my lifelong friends. 

.they worked all day.
.they gave me air.
.now I'm with my true love.
.once again. 

.i was in a jar.
.dying in a jar.
.now I'm still living.
.thanks to my friends.

gcamg

Listening Rooms

.occupier of the day.

.lift the weight.

.stay active.

.accomplish.

.sounds of the rappers.

.insecure and vulgar.

.little respect.

.aretha.

.keep the stores stocked.

.units of importance.

.money time.

.commerce.

.ruffled up and tragic.

.place of years.

.listening rooms.

.avoiders.

.and hours and hours.

.tick tock away.

.vow bound.

.commited.

Technology Music

Delicately taped and very breakable.  They don't make things like they used to.  Prepare for an afternoon nap and watch the entertainers.  Overacting is the secret to success, so many passive watchers.  Bordello queens and horn players.  The mexicans are always smiling.  Rushing around and rearranging lives.  The center of everyone's world, assuming we understand the injustice and hurtfulness of it all.  That danish guy, the artist.  Technology music and electronic minds.  The kingdom trying to keep the island people out.

Item Relocation

Moving is about item relocation.  On the move.  That's why they call it moving.
Packing is the thing, going through the previous days of life.  All important, all ended with decisions made and incoherent dreams.
Some remembered, others ignored.  Clear out the house.  Out with the dusty, old, heavy furniture.  Bring in the new dust.  Find an electric drill.  Break it down to the frame.
Tired and moaning.  We know we weren't expected.  It's the only way.

The Texican Maneuver

.stay right here
.let it loose
.they can look right into our windows
.nosey and unrelenting
.they will come for money and blood
.they will dig in and fight

.talk with measured words
.claw our way to respectability
.smoking rooms and bribes
.we can start all over
.we can begin again
.as weird as it sounds

.the texican maneuver
.the law men have already decided
.bluffs are coming soon
.stay steady and calm
.the unbelieving are aghast
.what happens next is considered

.the american guy was easily distracted
.drank expensive drinks and sweated heavily
.talked down to people habitually
.an awful trait
.looking for a way out
.keep the peace at all costs

.unconscious before eleven
.talked about louisiana the next morning
.they were relieved.

Dignity Babe

the blow the top.the breaking point.the end of her rope.

it has muddled my mind.the age of truth.as we see it anyway.

I would take us off the cliff.I would ram is into a tree or something.I would skid on the pavement.I would stutter and gasp.

the challenge of our day.

keep the dignity babe.

showed me from the back.joy has become impossible.the thought of what was supposed to be.back when plans and dreams were made.

we are living this dream.every night.

I keep waking.day after day.finite and constant.

always aware.always aware.

I will miss time when it's gone...

Microphones

...and the time is always now.to express.otherwise, all is lost.otherwise, it is dead and gone.mortal.words hurt, you know.they are the microphones of the mind, heart, and soul.unless, we are deceiving, then the reverse is true.talk about your own sin.fill up the truck.lay it down with humility, the closest trait to rightousness.be aware of your worst.there is plenty.the singers this time of year.choirs, singing baby king songs.just listening, with my eyes closed.people are busting out all over.they are restless and bored.free speech wanna b's.commerce cannot be forced.the constitution has been ignored.common sense has been ignored.competence has been ignored.this has already happened.the door is swinging wildly.the harlots whine...

Gold Something

.get the five dollar bread and the best wine at the corner store.this place is for sale.nickels and dimes.scotch tape price tags.old clothes.not worn out.worn in.knows how to sit just right.happens to pass by.and a glowing smile.the air is musty tonight.the clouds have swelled.provisions are stacked high.shame is gone.blame is accepted.forgiveness is close.oh, to forgive just one person.that can change the world.just that one act of grace.if everyone did.the streaks of hair color.had to grow out.for curiosity is a very strong instinct.'the idea is the machine for the art'.that dude is right.gold something.ten years off the boat and already a manager.adaptability is the action of a sage.claim to know only truth.explain where to find it.love.that is all.think God.I'll ask george burns when I meet him.

Little Robots (Sign Of The Scorned)

Pleased myself. Did it right. Long, drawn out explanations. The context always surrounds. To some's disdain. But to most's benefit. Little robots, tight and apprehensive. Only supper time around here. They eat late in the city. Maybe we won't get hit. The taxi men are wild. Belly dancing girls and caviar.

It will creep up on you like a yearly fee. Engulfing all that might get in the way. Washed up flower girls sick of their life. Slender and haughty the sign of the scorned.

Dunlop And A Three

"Throw me high. Bend the back and turn the torso. Hit me at the top, just as I start coming down. Give me about a three foot clearance over the net on ground strokes, those net shots sting. To make me spin properly, you must flick the wrist and finish the swing. I will nail lines, slide low, kick up, and drop dead. All the manipulation you can execute. Newly opened and just burst from the controlled air. Swooooshhh, when the top was popped from the can, my sister and brother carrying the same label and number as me. Dunlop and a three. We were ready to provide for a spirited game of tennis. The opponents, Keck, who took us off the shelf and bought us and Gorman, who is known for frustrated whacks into the fence and irrational blasts into the nearby creek when really frustrated. Especially if you've become a just a little dead. I don't want to end up in some bird nest or sink to the bottom of some damn creek. He's not too bad, and seems to have mellowed with age. He does have Keck's backup racquet and got it restrung with modern German spin strings. It is fun to be hit by and gets me spinning easily. It could lead to a better mahut result for Gorman. If he can control his tennis anger and reduce his backswing. I'm getting soaked.........". The play continues in the cold, heavy air. The surface slippery with a puddle or two. After getting up 5-0, Keck was challenged a bit more. In the end, he won 11-9. A good pcr adjusted result for the loser. We pick it up with one of the Dunlop and a three brothers.".......what a mahut that was. They stuck with it and didn't blame us too much. Of course were gonna get a little heavy and wet. Lost a couple of cousins to a couple of tree blasts. It was their time. They were really dead. Maybe a dog will find them, a tough life, but active. If you can stand the slobber. I wouldn't' mind being on the end of a walker. Seen that in olds folks homes. Probably where I belong after this mahut. Those guys are serious. Every point. however, when they left, the just looked at us with disgust. They even cursed at us, calling us shit and saying we suck. I'm glad they left us. Hopefully, we'll get put into a big basket with a bunch of others. City living. Out of the trunks and garages. He just bought us today. I see my sister next to me at the net. Not sure about my brother, but last I saw he was sitting in a corner puddle. It should dry soon. Those guys were intense.

Shine Shine Shine

.the beer must get through
.blowing fans and dried wood
.a transaction in the end

.clean break
.the aftermath is left to us
.we are stolen fools
.we are selfish actors

.took the long way and doubled back
.memory is jammed full
.everyone has an opinion
.it must be made right
.the producer movie and show about music, food, and struggle

.be yourself

.shine
.shine
.shine

Unbelieving Trances

.call city hall.get some bulldozers out here dangit.someone should complain.tunes to carry the time, time to carry the tunes.hybrids is the way to go.we are all mixed up.messed up too.the boss let us down.blue Jean butt shot and born in the u.s.a.cool seeger sessions.don't blink.don't write too much.a fender bender would be very unwelcome right now.and always.but especially right now.this cobblestone is nasty.big chunks of ice the city didn't clear.taxes man.I pay taxes!the sun is bright and thirsty.video games will wreck a mind.can't give away that time.its only glow time.unbelieving trances.the killer kind.endurance and instruction.warren zevon said he would sleep when he was dead.and so it is.

Money Question

.a complete breakdown.crossed the line and stayed there awhile.told those people how stupid they were.double bird shot baby.fevers and patience collide.holding it together with routines and meals.we've done this before.the lie of time.mind tricks.gusher coming through the wall.been two whole hours now.shut down the roads.the dust trucks roar by.what is this all for?sign the check man.the thaw is coming.dry the floors with fans.look them in the eye when you ask them the money question.

Melt It Away

.generator sounds in the distance
.still got some gasoline

.it is dark now
.the diamonds only glowing

.royal colors and footprints
.last I saw the trees were down

.splinters on this cold night
.the young girls won't wear coats

.guess we're all the same
.but its freezing, you know

.let them learn on their own
.give a test or two

.pick her up at 1030
.before the drinking starts

.the neighbors are together
.fighting for each other

.but the oil is running low
.stocks of food are dwindling

.blood supplies are being rationed
.the linemen know

.the people are strong
.resourceful

.bark eaters and spit drinkers
.we are frozen here

.we are one
.the sun will melt it away

.the Son will melt it away

The Numbers Continue To Count

Always there will be numbers and percentages and ratios and income gaps and downgrades and upticks. This ride will continue until one day. Turn the page and read off some more. The fast talkers and the connected know what it all means. For now. Cameras float though the air. Reports of the band. Someone has to play lead. The late breaking indications of destruction and demise. Tune in tomorrow to see what happened. All things being equal. For a time. The young packs will scatter, but they will remain connected. Virtually, they find thier way. The old will suffocate on nostalgia. It's regrets and shattered hopes. Live today. Yesterday, and all before, have already been lived. The numbers continue to count.

Squinting Eyes

.the race is on for now.
.freezing rain don't matter.
.the timecast is clear.
.all the ladies listen up.

.late in the year for pastels.
.lit buildings and blinkers.
.do the bicycle.
.before its too late.

.the body will respond.
.pain comes from the inside.
.bright colors and lamps.
.stare with squinting eyes..

Collars Of Thieves

.wink.wink.snicker.snicker.
     .you see that cat?

.well.well.crank.crank.
     .hear what he said?

.listen.listen.what.what.
     .smoothly and slick.

.sniff.sniff.haw.haw.
     .collars of thieves.

The Envious Kind

.a gathering of gatherers. .cutting in lines. .painted and powdered. .the envious kind. .a mob of mobsters. .robbing the banks. .greasy and bribed. .moneythirsty fangs. .a parting of partiers. .wasted on greed. .drunken and stoned. .got what they need. .a banding of bands. .sounding the same. .hollow and shallow. .lazy and vain.

King The Todd

It was breezy with heavy air as the players began arriving for the 2nd King Of The Court (KOtC). Keck, the tournament administrator and co-founder of the Isner Scoring Method, supplied blue duct tape to secure the brackets to the cardboard registration table. Sixteen players would battle for the title of King of The Court and a few more would become members of the Royal Court. As the players gathered around the scoring table, I reflected on the group and was proud of their commitment and eager to see them in action. The first round draws, established by the competition committee, had been set for weeks. In the Wimbledon draw, there was King James, winner of the first KOtC tournament and favorite once again, Russell Fires, and huge man from the northern woods, Keck, tournament administrator and slayer of USTA 4.0 sandbaggers, and Sergio Oporto, former ranked Bolivian player. The US Open Draw contained Mike Zhuang, with mysterious spin shots, The Todd, who lost in the final to King James in the previous KOtC, Roy Albrecht, established USTA coach willing to try alternative formats, and Duke Chase Kahn, who looks similar to Novak Djokovic. In the French Open draw, Chris Nielsen, an unknown wildcard from the Courts of McKinney, Prince Leo Escario, the Filipino marathon runner, Rueben Decoud, with his incredible leather water bottle, and myself, looking to win the Prince title with a Kramarian game. Finally, the Australian Open draw contained Marty Feldman, known as brother of The Todd and former tennis pro, Frank Friday, an intense Tarrant county player, Earl Nick Keney, who supplied the trophies for the event, and Joe Vita, nursing a plantar fascia injury. Keck had secured the courts through his friend and buddy, Justin Quest, coach of the Allen High school team and recognizer of Isner tennis culture. Without his support and graciousness, the event would not be possible. Allen ISD should be proud of this man and his partnership into the broader tennis community should be applauded by all. His lighted, wind-screened courts are always open to the community, unlike his stingy counterparts in McKinney with their locks and hours of operation. Eagles Landing Tennis Courts, where Isner tennis culture thrives. Half the courts in the complex were undergoing resurfacing so Keck, the tournament administrator, made last minute arrangements to use two courts at the Freshman Center across the street. These courts were the very courts where Isner tennis culture was born, so we Roe-Sham-Boed for the opportunity for one of the draws to play on the hallowed courts. Once decided, the players dispersed and the 5 hour test of tennis gumption and guts began. Profuse sweating was not anticipated, but the unseasonably humid air was drawing fluids from everyone quickly. King James easily won the Wimbledon draw, The Todd took care of business as the US Open group returned from the Freshman courts, Chris Nielsen easily came out of the French Open draw with 2 moulettes, and The Todd's brother Marty Fledman dominated the Australian group with his complete game and despite a tight hamstring. Fighting for the Prince title in the second round was Keck, tournament administrator, Chase Kahn, looking to upgrade his royal status, myself, with a moulette of Prince Leo, and Frank Friday, who proved to have an intimidating game. The prospective Dukes were Sergio Oporto, Roy Albrecht, Rueben Decoud, and Joe Vita. Nick Keney was set to defend his Earl title along with Mr Fires, Mike Zhuang, and Leo Escario, who dedicated his efforts to the typhooned people of his homeland. After a quick rest, the second round began and the true rigor of Isner toughness and preparation was realized. Leo took the Earl title with a final tiebreaker against Nick Keney, who fought hard to keep his title. After the final point, Leo fell to his knees and looked up to heaven. He inspired all of us and prayers are lifted to the people of the islands. Your Earl won a battle as the future brings renewal and hope. Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Joe Vita, your Duke. A Duke for the people and by the people. His game, altered to accommodate an injured plantar fascia, grounded in pace and enhanced by the latest tennis technology and fashions. He is regal, he is stoic, he is your Duke. The Prince is Frank Friday, who demoralized all of his opponents with intensity and desire. His memorable and loud celebrations after each victorious point are uncommon in the passive mainstream tennis culture. He truly represents the ideal Isner player. Never before had I head the loud "Out!, Yes!!!" as he called the lines. I was very impressed with his game. For the day he demolished me, Duke Vita, and Keck (the tournament administrator) 7-3 in each of our mahuts. The Tood and King James worked their way into the final to determine the throne. In a surreal development, Chris Nielsen and The Todd were opponents in the Minnesota junior tennis scene years prior. Only King Of The Court could bring these guys back together. The Todd had progressed a bit more since then and slipped by his old nemesis. He demoralized Marty, his older brother, and faced King James with a chance to take the title. King James breezed through all opponents with little effort and looked to be a lock to retain his throne. The Todd was, in fact, serving underhand due to a hockey injury and the odds seemed stacked against him. The final mahut was observed by an exhausted group of lesser players, including Prince Frank Friday and Duke Joe Vita. The stands were wild with 'We Will Rock You' foot stomps and claps. Marty, with his ailing hamstrings, heckled relentlessly. Keck, the tournament administrator, was beaming as it went to a tiebreaker, the success of the event evident to all. King James had mahut point and The Todd battled back. In the end, The Todd became King The Todd with a unflappable game and complete confidence. King James seemed to lose focus a time or two after losing mahut point and was classy in defeat. He handed over the royal bobblehead to King The Todd with a smile, although just below the surface a steaming regret was noticed by those who knew him well. The lost mahut point will haunt him, no doubt, but he will get another chance to sit upon the throne. King The Todd is a worthy king. As he strolled into the Londoner for post tournament beers and recollections, he looked like a King. At the outdoor table, he talked like a King. He told stories of points and strategy. He recalled moments of testing and games of will. The entire group was captivated by his every word. English ale flowed and flowed. I was honored to buy him his first beer, a New Castle. We sat there for hours. Marty, King The Todds big brother, kept ordering food and tentative plans were made to gather at Keck's for a card game. We wanted to hang around King The Todd all day and night. To understand his mind and game, his insistence that the underhanded serve was here to stay, his Kaizen thoughts on improvements to the format and next KOtC. The realities of the evening took over, however, and the needed players would not, could not, commit. King The Todd was up for it--only the commoners were spares

Before We Get Started

a.e
.before we get started.
.let's pat ourselves on the back.
.made it through some crazy days
.we've been able to adapt.
d7.ax2d7.e.a
to adapt.

.before we get started.
.look up into the deep blue sky.
.wonder what makes it blue.
.the blue that I see in your eyes.

.before we get started.
.before most of this time is gone.
.think about the ones before.
.lift your prayers and sing your songs.

.before we get started.
.come and sit upon my knee.
.find out what you really think.
.find out what you believe.

.before we get started.
.let's give this love one more try.
.shared too much through the years honey.
.love you til the day I die.

Congo Hide In The Trees

...huge and massive explosions in deep space ...unexplained black holes forming in the ever expanding universe ...stars being extinguished by the millions and asteroids racing by ...meanwhile on earth, important matters being discussed ...this menu is 3 pages long...white gravy, brown gravy ...dr pepper refills ...holiday mix and body wash ...congo hide in the trees ...those cold nights in the late seventies ...betrayed and ruined ...orion glows on this night ...seen by the world but not noticed ...sequels are all we got ...ideas and thoughts are hypnotized ...line up for black Friday ...the modern day holiday

Until Eternity Begins

...ahhh, the islands.
...the ocean winds.
...ferocious and indiscriminate.
...those boat people know.
...they went to high ground.
...boarded up the bars.
...to live another day.
...until eternity begins.

Silence Is Music

.bent, like twisted steel.
.busted, like a weary man.
.bloody, on a china plate.
.bread, the true body.
.blaze, like the fire winds.
.blame, belongs to you.
.broke, like a locked up gear.
.blondes, my favorite color.
.brunettes, love them too.
.bums, my true brothers.
.bands, silence is music.
.boats, to float the world.

Fried Is Funner

.the truth of the matter is always the rub.like it can even be put into a recognizable language.communication break up.find it in orion's belt.place it on a paper plate.the genius of the spork.hell yes, you chicken lovers.save a breast for me.white meat scandal.spreading your wings.a leggy girl she is.buttery thighs.it is all finger licking good.fried is funner.we understand our limitations.we cause the sensitive to cry.the insultable are sad.

The Original Fool

.helium and particle dust. .should've made myself clear. .those big spending days are over. .counting fives and tens. .suffering is real. .all around the world. .typhoons and body bags. .the smell of lucifer. .ruling his world with no mercy. .blind to the truth. .the pest angel. .pleasing himself and offering eternal death. .the original fool. .with a top 10 list. .in the dark. .cufflinks and smokes. .zz top in the background. .life is better with music. .the clinks and clanks and bends. .eliminator. .people rise up. .declare the obvious. .broadway broads are the best. .singing show tunes. .high stepping in a parade. .convincing and sharp. .walking everywhere like slammers. .conversing with the bums. .jealous of thier life. .complete love. .patient and kind. .giving and forgiving. .clearing the record clean.

Frozen Soul

.frozen soul. .captured forever. .thawing slow. .a mixed endeavor. .frozen soul. .the deepest freeze. .angels know. .our eternal needs. .frozen soul. .and chili sauce. .the kitchen closed. .can't feed the lost. .ice ice baby.ice ice baby.

Day Drinker

c.f.g.fgc. .in the middle of the morning, .not needed til :15 to 3, .vodka laced with pepper, .makes the best bloody marys. f.c.f.cfc. .day drinker. .give the sun a toast. .day drinker. .never felt so low. .the afternoon is bright, .november winds are cool, .a dunkel from franconia, .on a lonely old barstool. .day drinker. .give the sun a toast. .day drinker. .never felt so low. .and just before the the darkness falls, .before the fall of night, .corkscrew's in the drawer, .the cork was really tight. .day drinker. .give the sun a toast. .day drinker. .never felt so low.

Punctured Heart

.this well is deep. .the earth is active and hot. .too many chances missed. .too many lost souls. .the ripe are ready for a harvest. .pick that tree clean sister. .the orchard girls. .between the rows. .collecting the fruit. .the moment we knew we knew. .punctured heart. .the horns of the devil are sharp.

Short Memories

.like sheep to the checkout counter.like ants, dutiful for the queen.like pigs to the mud.like dogs with short memories.

One Lane Road

.early arrival shrugged off.scowls and twisted faces.no expressions and forced civility.it is not easy.my heart bleeds.vast amounts of blood.the well is empty.the rationale reaction is ache.needs can be done without.but with a price.the toll is due.the body does live on.limps along.slithers along.hops along.to love and to be in love are different.love is static.being in love is dynamic.falling in love is easy.it is a one lane road.there is no shoulder.the road moves forward.

Between The Liners And Sleezers

These rats. Political do-gooders with cash in the bank and paybacks. Kickbacks too. And trailers. Hustling folks and shaking trees. Wheeling and dealing. As it has always been when the masses are governed. Cynicism is easy, hope is hard. Illumination and transparency is required. These closed doors meetings have to stop. The brilliant and qualified are snakes, slithering to devour money. Because the love of money is strong. It will cloud all judgement and give false security. The devil is on the inside. We all have a battle in this war. We cannot win alone, or with money. The ghost, the ghost. But no attention is paid to the salvation voices, not asking for more. That is a seperate matter. Church and state kept apart. Forced apart, rather, by between the liners and sleezers. Speak your mind is all. Especially when asked. Be a person someone might ask. Don't be a rat. Banish disgust, anger, and grudges. Invoke patience, love, and forgiveness. Point to the words.

Box Wine

.the last drop just dropped. .the juice of the calm. .liquid silk and fine nurses. .water glass drinkers. .the stain of the red. .the ridicule of the white. .she blushes. .but the last drop just dropped. .this box of wine is gone. .all the diversions and schemes. .all the hope and laughter. .really listening. .and understanding. .responding with no commands. .responding with old words. .not your own. .ahh, we gotta another box. .ain't never gonna run outta box wine.

Bless All The Saints

...twins with afros and identical dresses...a dallas cowboys cheerleader with a hairy stomach...an escaped convict...a colander hat with wires plugged in and hanging everywhere...a kitty cat and a nerd...masked and pink...fell out of love...found each other in a stormy life...decided to stay for rationale reasons...indiana jones is nothing but a wino...martin luther with a glowing face...swigging beers and singing...a weary mack...wigs everywhere...which means cattle driver...the political party from the early 1800s...send me the wench...skeleton hat...she was a crazy woman...its all in the hats...happily ever after...bless all the saints...