Where The Leprechauns Howl

   
     He walked in and the 7 foot guy stared him down.  Started and listened in amazement.  Who was this skinny white boy with Unc?  Smothered his shoulder with his hand after the performance.  "You turned me around son, I didn't know what to think," he boomed.
     "I learned from the three Kings--Albert, Freddie, and Elvis.  Martin Luther And Martin Luther King. Jr and Sr too."  He talked with knowing confidence.  The place smelled of chicken necks and the guitar players coated their fingers with chicken grease.  This was in the backwoods.  The hills of Tennessee.  Where the Cashes come from.  Self sufficient and musical people.  This is not Nashville.  These people made Nashville.  Players all around.  That Gibson box was tuned in.  Learned to play every note.  Studied the theory of music and heard sounds.  Not a follow me man.  "You say you play better than Jimmy Hendrix.  Really?  Let's hear it."  He was older now.  This was years later.  "Now Jimmy wrote the book.  There is no doubt.  Had to go and off himself.  Intentional or not, He was reckless.  Can't be drinking too much prior to a performance.  Can't be sloppy.  We move forward, we don't look back."
     Buzzards was a lake bar.  Near pottsboro and pink.  These texoma boys flash cash around.  Floating the waters while the red river dies.  Beach camping bums and stripper fillets.  Green waters and hundred pound catfish.  Cold and windy on granpappy point.  The Munson place near the cliff.  They never heard a big sound.  They never heard the doctor on the keys.  Three piece county bands with honky tonk covers and straw hats.  It was buzzards.  Big red loved the guitar.  I'm playing one for him.  And the strings were pulled off.  Bended and mangled and shredded.  Burns run come down.  Sleep the next day.
     Playing the glow gig set and this gentlemen walks up to the stage.  He calmly straps on the electric guitar and begins to ensure proper tuning.  I have just completed the opening song, swaying California brown, and the place is full of anticipation.  The opener is a ripper and my sideman was playing nice long slide licks.  The bar was ringing noises of commerce.  I'll have another, make it two or three.  Once he's satisfied with the sound of the telecaster, he proceeds to play the introduction to the second track, north end of Erwin park, the most local of all glowface songs and my favorite to sing.  He seems to know it and the minor chord laced solos and improvisational sounds we're filling the entire room with melted wax.  Incredible, I thought as I signaled the slide for some butter knife whines.  The protest of the protest song went on for an hour.  The gentleman would not stop.  I was pouring sweat and exhausted.  We had played the entire album, finishing with a remarkable rendition of Rankin Blues.  He made up notes, he tore off the paint, he made the chandeliers cry.  All songs were played without pause.  It was like one long song.  The place smelled of mushrooms and beer.  The man finally unstrapped the worn out guitar and placed it back on it's lonely stand. He walked through the stunned crowd, out the back door, and down the ally. We stood there amazed, not knowing what had happened.  The slide player was hypnotized.  The crowed was silent as he left, but glowing brightly.
     He came from the end of the road.  Near the washed out bridge.  Where the leprechauns howl.

Snorehorns

They are all famous.
Everone else.
Including you.
Chased and loved and humbled.
Like a burden.
Truly a burden.
Absolutely a weight.
Certainly tiresome.
Rest in this.
Knowing your sleep is your own.
Announced by snorehorns.
The only peaceful sounds. 

High End Boxes

...drop and give me 120...
......only so many hours in a day......
...cheer up and take a break...
......find an acoustical room......
...the moderately priced ones were upstairs...
......a trippy 12 string......
...these high end boxes sound nice...
......and the room was clear......
...a cross was attached to the wall...
......the runners were warming up......
...they were all heroes...
......love life renegades......
...outlaws of adriatica...

Greener Grasses

.the mornings are short.the restless always wanna be somewhere else.that broadcaster was right.he told of the greener grasses on the other side of the fence.he warned of the days prior.the ruin and the rot.he lived it too.the liars, the thieves, the killers.we know them all.and we are of this sorry world.we bathe in the mud.the first step of humility.but the mud is also good for the dark spots under your eyes.the crying stained skin.it will rejuvenate.old people just seemed like they were always old.never did we imagine glory.but we are closer than ever.our restlessness turns into anticipation.run to the light.the shackles will break.the fence will be opened and we will fall down in the lush and moist green green grass.turner's falls are worn down.chickasaw lands are untouched.only long gravel roads.brush fires in the distance.those casino lights were blinding.parking lot was full.new york, rome, paris, london.always wanna be somewhere else.spur, galveston, brazos river, austin.always wanna be somewhere else.vail, destin, estes park, new orleans.

Bad Days

.in the middle of some bad days.
.karma no longer matters.
.the cold accumulates.
.covering the entire land.
.revolutions and uprisings.
.the loud louder than ever.
.they will talk of billions and trillions.
.millions no longer matter.
.it will be stars in the eyes.
.the younger folks are gonna leave.
.the path of least resistance.
.the women are gonna run to the hills.
.to hear birds and watch suns.
.profits are high and lines are low.
.the computers must go on lock down.
.reboot in the night.
.shut the propellers off.
.drink a warm drink.
.investments of time and money.
.willing participants.
.shadowy figures of love.

    

Sunscreen And Sombreros

.we stayed there for hours.going somewhere else seemed like madness.we had it all.provisions and ice.waterproof boxes and airtight bags.music and frisbees.sunscreen and sombreros.days afloat.chunk the tequila in the river.it is the devil's liquid.visions and fever.cold sweats.fell out of a jeep onto the beach road pavement.blood gushed from a head gash.left to live more years.

Flashlight Eyes

.secret hallways all around.doors that open by themselves.there is so much light.it is blinding and relentless.but it is a cool light.pouring some needed element into our bodies.we are mere reflectors.it is not our own.the source is never seen.flashlight eyes.

Old Dallas Avenues

.she really captured the wrinkles of experience. .and he painted those portraits on cardboard. .route 66 never gets old. .all the thoughts in our minds. .they were very colorful. .the modern version of on the road. .glowmachines and shades. .old dallas avenues and one way streets. .the west end is vacant. .echoes at the Plaza of the Americas.

Cave Walls

.go on and pick a fight.
.wasting your time.
.cowards and talkers.
.citizens are concerned.
.aint nobody crossing the border.
.unless some dan guy lets them.
.if he can get your vote.
.the us mail is a relic.
.mailboxes should die too.
.the printing press served it's purpose.
.like cave walls, tree leaves, and scrolls.
.transferring knowledge is over.
.what we do with it all.
.is the inquiry.

.one day, all the information and images in the world will be accessible by everyone.  even the poor people!  the best search engine ever created will be attached to our thoughts through brainwave reading devices.  thoughts will automatically trigger the search.  the depravity of man finally transparent.  and woman.  our selfishness unavoidable and encouraged.  our questions immediately answered.  our desires immediately satisfied.  the preoccupation will leave the world quiet.  music will make no sound.  talking will become obsolete.  trees will thrive.  holograms will represent us in other places.  suffering will continue.  despite our plead for perfection.

                  
 

Digital Wasteland

.go. and the heart glitters. .stop. and the glow fades. .climb. and the rocks fall. .camp. and the buzzards gather. .share. and the harvest returns. .store. and the rot comes. .build. and great cities rise. .destroy. and great cities rise anyway. .fight. and the innocent are lost. .love. and the greatest is love. .scribe. and the mapping of the mind. .erase. and the digital wasteland.

Dusty Rug

...these waters are shallow.  hyped up on uppers and coffee beans.  rocking back and forth, knees dancing wildly.  next, next, next.  out with you.  in with the new.  like a dusty rug.  first to the garage, then to the yard sale, then to the goodwill store.  unless it needs to go to the landfill, the best and sanest method of waste control.  honey earth, completely efficient and sufficient.  she pays us no mind.  modern evolution and the avoidance of humanity.  the vast deep sea waters are vastly undiscovered except by radar, sonar, and submarine cars.  the floating debris and bottle caps.  sunken treasures and sunken junk.  the air has been conquered already, though it takes it's body count.  never want to have to count on a parachute.  don't want to have to count on tony romo either.  a proven fine fellow, a proven skilled quarterback, a proven leader.  but also proven at other things.  and we will stop there...

                      

Nerve Line

.my mental state will not tolerate sticking around.
.areas of emotion are clouded and humid.
.beads of sweat gather on the inside of my skull.
.blackouts on the nerve line.

Clay Court Wars

.buttons and wires going everywhere. .machines made of machines. .compact in its outer shell. .made of poly thermal plastic. .over in the Siberian tundra lands. .rusted factories and people with huge teeth. .silicon micro chips and dips. .party is on in the lobby. .glowing girls smelling of lotion. .oily massage and light jazz. .silent horns and clean lead. .epic Italian screenplay. .mobsters and south philly promises. .letters to the famous and noteworthy. .signed with ferrari pens. .sealed with clay court wars. .the trees are naked and lit. .north end clearing and ridge road. .prune out the dead limbs. .make it work for blooms. .jalapeño peppers on the side please. .clean up the sides with a lime.

The Devil's Trade

.started with a huge gasp of air.
.made their way to the cannonballs.
.kept blasting the opposite banks.
.all through the afternoon and night.
.the white flags came out eventually.
.the texicans rise again. 
.hysterical commitment cannot be overcome.
.a burden beyond belief.
.carried it up the road.
.on the outskirts of town.
.even had help along the way.
.it could not be done alone.
.agony and moments of boredom.
.branded with scars of war.
.brought to the alter with shame.
.complete mysteries never to be explained.
.something about that wine.
.transferred by digestive means.
.blame it on rio.
.beautiful beautiful things.
.its all been done before.
.for the same exact reasons.
.the devil's trade.

    

Dried Tears

     The map is covered in green.  It's always the same in the city.  Perhaps we should all fall down and have a fit.  It is not just!  Cars and trucks and cars and trucks.  Whooshing by.  Spinning and spinning.  Here, we are royalty.  Kings and queens and aces and jacks.  But I go for the tens.  Among the commoners by design and choice.  The pressures of the circumstance and pomp avoided.  On to other matters.  To write and consider.  In that order.  Work the edges.  The day's fury, today's distraction, yesterday's dried tears.

Molecule Of Air

.like a drop to the sea.
.like a molecule of air.
.our thoughts too.
.not all can be captured.
.or should be.
.some better left hidden.
.or forgotten.
.memories are limited for a reason.

.like a crick in the neck.
.like a stone in a shoe.
.tugs and tugs.
.demanding attention and causing grief.
.the immediacy.
.it must be, must be, done.
.resisting is impossible.
.unless by design.

.like the belt of orion.
.like the west texas lands.
.assurance in staticness.
.although changing still.
.the trick of time continues.
.everything changes.
.evolution is for the alive.
.decay is for the dead. 

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.