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.
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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...

The Knowers

.a self imposed exile.desertion and neglect.the taste of death will be sweet always.it will mean time is done.the eternal soul does not consider time and our bodies will not age.pain will be extinct.our words will live too.it is written.now, the cloud captures it all.covers the globe.word, word, word to yer mutha.pity the fools, but stop there.the fools of this world are the wise.the knowers.its the word man.

Performance Wall

.gather round you people. .on the performance wall. .gonna start you with some disco. .then with the blues I'll make you crawl. .the swayers are swaying in the corner. .the poppers been popping all night. .the drunks are laid out in the drunken din. .and the cops busted up a fight. .think we oughta play some jazz. .think we oughta play some rock. .think we oughta play some lover music. .wanna see her move like that. (Big drums and jungle strings and backup singers)

Shot The Bird

.at some level a point must be made.understanding in the mind of the child needs cementing.sternness can be rough.and loud.but we have to get through.signals can be crossed and manipulation works.those little twits just shot the bird.photographic evidence.of course you are sorry.that is the truth.we are all sorry.but we have to live.respect must be shown and given.and taught.my own grudges are of no consequence.this is important and you will know.self control is an elusive skill.it can be learned.its in the breathing and thinking.calculate the digits.your time will come.be mad and sad and betrayed.be blue and shocked and unforgiving.at the the center of the universe is God.not you.

Glowtribe

...we are a glowtribe... ...we shine, shine, shine... ...minimalist and decadent alike... ...the officers are waiting... ...the mayor has declared... ...the ribbon is cut in two... ...the opening will be grand... ...and the evening lights... ...attire and leather shirts too... ...yes, this glowtribe will proclaim... ...we will splatter and shout... ...bitterness lost on the live wire...

Delivered By The Ghost

.speed that tape up.calm the nerves with october sounds.make the tunes fill the air.sorry thoughts and snubs.those young ones are work.the future visions seen through the dreamer's lens.it is all mapped out.the boundries are evident and public.these doubters and angry people are exhausted.this life is easy with fewer burdens.once salvation is assured.your mind convinced through the word.understanding delivered by the ghost.those hearts will beat either way.the mind will play its tricks.in the name of knowledge and intellect.all the brainers and complainers.fall through the clouds on gravity rides.come down my brothers.lift up my sisters.life is for living.for drawing pictures and humming tunes.for begging and forgetting and for laughing too.make the sad smile.love the lost.rely on nothing and expect anything.the next place is timeless.without rules.without a need for rules.goodness and concern prevail.the self helpers are extinct.looking out for last.diversity of thought.surrounded by truth.

Eyelids Get Heavy

.cheating the rap.letting your lyrics become common and void.develop your voice.formulate the words in your mind.cannot he drug down.will not be overwhelmed.the people with hearts know.we are meant for evolution.but there is no end.creation is history.refinements and polish.everybody wants their pills.everybody wants security of some sort.they will bathe in it.they will cover the earth with it.laser beams and shields don't work.reality with virtual minds.the results are predictable.the outcomes are assured.but move forward regardless of the perils.we avoid caution and seek reckless pleasure.eyelids get heavy after the eye witness news.on the scene.talked to the store owner and the robbers were shot on site.one commonality in all the unhappiness and brokenness and regrets.but it ain't me.naw naw naw.it ain't me babe.that you're looking for.

Acquired Taste

.she got rid of the treetop lover.those eyes don't lie.an acquired taste my brother once said.that is right.

History Dust

.collection time.all the people there are older.all the people there are colder.wanna be one that don't get slower.but I want time to slow down.which is ludicrous.which is a prediction.we gather in the front room and clear a space.this moment of time.engage the senses.each one gets attention.hear a tune.taste the wine.watch the curves.feel the skin.smell the human scents.collecting history dust.

Pineapple People

.these sideways nights.went through the set list three times.the electric is most versatile.graveyard sounds and slide moans.chalk it up to the blues.again inspiring wailing and bends.thinking about shouting a couple of songs.these art people might not understand.worries of self esteem and feelings.good gosh will ya shut up.I'm not asking.the literal March in Erwin park.imagine the scene.tents and toilets all over.bikers and booby traps.that gasoline line is great.the punk said so.don't wallow too long.the thinkers and radicals could get together.persuasion is easy.the pineapple people.

Despite The Years

.a sleepless night.no rest to go around.only independent minded.like a slur.thinkers and visionaries step to the side.the work needs to get done.courageous or nothing.go happy and go lucky.whistle an afternoon tune.let her finish her sentences.look her in the eyes.hear the water rings.long ago the decisions were made.long ago we made our pledge.despite the dust, despite the tears, despite the peeves, despite the years.it is an easy plan.the ride made smooth by concrete and steel.

Quicksand

.systematically driving through one town after another.Vera, where the nets are still up.Olney, with the one arm dove shot.the rural life is a slow life.full of planning meals and work.we walked half the lake til we got to the quicksand.the lost girls.chairs from the mid seventies and screens.prices from the 60s for a day.point to the north, the south, the east, and the west.proven to be restless and abandoned.yardsales and soda machines.

Taste The Dusk

.moan for the lawful.they are old testament fools.they seek an unattainable perfection.for perfection is the only standard.run to the merciful.run to the graceful.let the night be easy.call upon the floaters.send smoke in the air.rings and rings.make the other half try.slip and slide and smell the dawn.huff and puff and taste the dusk.

Jack Woods Ain't Got The Blues

.only memories of good times and knowing.card game stories with small pistols and holes in one.put up rambling strangers in the night.a meal and rest before they rambled off again.walking north on highway 5.to sweet melissa.or some other hobo town.at home the noisey girls.lots of laughs and traditions.big deals and boys sniffing around.get her home by eleven, you hear.drive safe and understand that I am a packing man.never bought our stories.although we didn't know.floated lakes and pulled fish.loaded his pipe and puffed away.tobacco lane.woke from death and saw his face.you alright son?a crack on his driveway.dizzy night of dehydration.poisons to kill the poison.dignity to the end.golf leads to frustration and vulgarity.Jack woods was an ace.Jack woods ain't got the blues.

Asian Telescope

.the sun was peeking through the clouds.like an asian telescope.the promise of mugginess and still.moods are tied to the moon.gravity having its way and trapping us for now.only the body and mind are prisoners.the soul can fly but waits for its time.escorting the bones through life.the only sane thing in nature.chaos and confusion reign.please please please keep your soul sharp.isolation will smother the growth.wild eyes and loose lips.living by feelings and desires.ignoring the truth ten thousand times.cursing the other ones and laughing.take your darling out and spin the bottle.drink the last drop and sleep.make peace with yourself and forgive others.show the criminals the way.know that you are a criminal too.and a fool.and a liar.and a scoundrel.among other things.only your soul is pure.or can be.only the truth can rescue.the light.the word.watch the clock.know that we are our own confiners.we lock the jail door.we sentence ourselves to misery.the judge has spoken.the cuffs are clicked.

Like That Stones Country Song

...the candle has flickered out.only smoke still rises.warm wax settled back.those mansions on the hills seem hopeless.full of emptiness and brawlers.bring back the hello times.make room for the fleeting.only the restless still cry.only the wishful have heartache.breaking every day.the loud and the lonely.got that something in the eyes.far away.like that stones country song.driving home early sunday morning through bakersfield.listening to gospel music on the colored radio station.sound waves redirected.baptized in the names.cleaner of souls through this dirty life.some can't take the grime.some see it for what it is.some lather up in the mud.these separate lives.each with a shot.to inspire.the saving has been done.no time for that.weeks of desire.months of rain.years of seasons.glow in the night.glow like the prophets.the lighter is near.

This Empty Suit Room

...this empty suit room.full of itself.full of gamers and hypocrites.full of tyrants and theives.kicking the people.tricking the people.sticking it to the people.flags on the lapels.hairspray odor and grease stains.and the talkers tell us all about it.the public folks.the national jokes.the full of smokes.only the crazy can save us.the outlandish.the strange and weird.he said he was God.that great teacher said he was God.and he was.it has been proven.the word confirms.the truth and the light.that is glowface.but that is off topic.back to the scammers and schemers.we heard.we heard.but your words were empty.like your suit.integrity is lost.play the fiddle.Joe had a cotton eye.Jim was slim.Jack was a maniac.John pulled the con.no time for history to decide.taking us on a joy ride.we got thermals for the cold.we got misters for the heat.

The Rust And The Rain

.the rust and the rain.corrosion of iron.drinks of life.the desert regions are alive with survivors.floods tore out the bridges.the mountains must be climbed.reach up closer to the stars.they are static.they chart our movements.lock up the psycos.let the crazy go free.act without rational consideration.listen to your guide.ignore your thoughts.they wander unreliability.they are connected to all the senses.recognize the thirst and remain still.banish the clocks.remain alive and notice.communicate with eyes.listening by seeing.if you can see.actions do speak louder than words.

Passing Twenties

.just a mule I am.put on that heavy pack and keep walking.waking too.one day it'll all end.time waits for no one.it ain't gonna wait for me.no one else is gonna get on the ladder.no one else is gonna drive that tollway road.keep muling it man.passing twenties around like a deck of cards.that one eyed jack is the snake.queens sit and wait for the lower classes to fold.this is the mating season.all my mates done gone away.cooking for the following day.pack a lunch and grease the axles.drive with the windows down and the sunroof open.let the wind whip your hair and cool your sweat.catch up on the tragedies and try to pray constantly.fire off a message or two.give accolades and high fives.a sober season of beatness.an unsettling within and reliance on truth.an awful demeanor and manufactured smiles.grown men know.used up and cornered.made a fool and trampled.an accepted role of crazed protector.an embraced role really.the stare and the silence.the telling.not asking.awkwardness is fine with me.

Automatic Telephones

.get rid of my ridicule.beyond encouragement.an empty figure with quitters all around.the middle way can put on the squeeze.never too high.the lows, quick and severe.automatic telephones and recorders.the meat eaters left hours ago.looking for an edge.seeking challenges and tests.measuring up and marching in time.drummers man, drummers.that's where the shake happens.popping elbows and knees.you gotta catch her coming down.at least help her up.grudges upon grudges.judges upon judges.one day a word will be made up to describe it all.but that is far off.

Suburbans Everywhere

.suburbans everywhere, with sirens and flashing blue and red lights.brand new suburbans, perfect and waxed.civic pride and logos.juristictions and law.k9 units and radars.drones in the sky and hackers on staff.tapped into the worldwide protectors.unionized and revered.always American cars.cut cost and improve the performance of the fleet by going Japanese.better than the Germans even.its been proven and the anecdotal evidence is validating.made in the USA did us more harm than good.like entitled brats.nothing patriotic about blind nationalism.4 suburbans with one officer in each one.maybe for the SWAT team, but not traffic duty.the efficiency of motorcycles.call Harley Davidson.

Talk

.that's a paper honey....you mean they used to print the news on paper?....yep, billions and billions of trees I estimate over the years....oh my God, trees were killed to produce paper?....it was worth it, think of the value of books....what's a book?....look it up. call your friend and tell her the plan....already told her.....you talked to her?.....no, but I told her.....you can't tell anybody anything without talking to them.....I texted her.....then say informed to be correct.....you don't know what your talking about.....at least I'm talking......keep talking dad.

Sing Like A Gypsy

She told me she was tired. I believed her. Work came naturally and the instinct to do as much as possible was possessed. These woers and whiners should look within. He is there and that's all that you need to know. Get to know him and understand the facts. Of course, everyone's tired. As they should be. Grateful for being healthy enough to be tired. Happily tired, humbly tired. Replenished by morning. Get on them knees and pray girl. Thank him for the headaches and heartaches. Blame him too. These are the moments that important decisions are made. This is not a minor point. Steady and with thought. Methodical and patient. The force is not with me, but the spirit is. Word to your mother, brother. Sing like a gypsy. Wear beads and earth tones. Deny the heat, deny the ice age. Ask for proof, like Thomas. Open to influence and sway. Everybody is tired. Truer words have never been spoken.

Serena And Venus

.the primal instincts.undeniable and alive.to feed.to love.to protect.to provide.to guide.to hear.to speak.to sing honey.this transfer of life.this passing down.or up rather.either way, it is a heavy weight.a constant pulse.we could live together for a long time in partnership.in common pursuits.each knowing other worlds exist.better worlds, worse worlds.the interesting is all around.being observed and relentless.human nature rules this world.resisting creates pain.endure the season.cross courts, back courts, down the lines, and come from behinds.those europeans have taken over tennis.except for serena and venus.

Consult The Soul

A singular and microscopic focus. Insignificant to the vast majority, not even a minority to care. Distractions to a minimum, although never completely eliminated. All of our senses are feeding in. The mind and body consult the soul which is in constant need of restoration, retaliation, and refinement. But the singular focus remains. To make saints. Oswald hit it today. He does not pity the fools.

Hijacking The Gift

.a party ain't gonna save you buster.tea or otherwise.just a group of selfish, ignorant thugs wrapping themselves in rightousness.high minded and afraid, not noticing the freedom they already have.the courage is missing.the walls are crumbling.label it with a flag.what a disgrace.talking birthrights and hijacking the gift given to all.grace is missed.its simplicity and ease.keeping us on edge with breaking news alerts.one per hour.part of the regular programming.sarin gas in Syria, horse meat in taco bell.never ate horse, that I know of, dog neither, although my dad was served dog in China until he called over the chef and threatened him.he didn't eat it.thankfully.will not cross the canine line, but I love cow.calf especially.Italian style.yes, the walls are crumbling and the cities are not at peace.laid back and ran fingers through hair.I see clearly now.fires, smoke, destruction.but you can put a dress on it, prop it up.stick that chest out big.my mind will not stop, my body will not go to sleep.until then, I rest.

Kicked In The Jaw

I saw I saw.my mamma and my paw.give everything they got.from the time that I crawled.I wish I wish.I could just go fish.wake up some morning.with an unexpected kiss.he bleeds he bleeds.just for you and me.just for you and me girl.all we ever need.I fall I fall.go tumbling down the hall.cut and bruised myself.got kicked in the jaw.I stand I stand.without any of my band.singing what's on my mind.and written by my hand.I plead I plead.if you would only read.early or late after eight.go where the spirit leads.I pray I pray.til my dying day.when the angels pick me up.fly away fly away.....c..g...d7...c..g.....

Beatnik In The Afternoon

.coffee every single morning.take one cup or two.beatnik in the afternoon.always awake til two.bread is served at every meal.he's there he's there he's there.forgiving and the living.time will not be feared.all the voltage we could need.the house is full of glow.last night's sleep was peaceful and cool.today we stop the show.

When The Animals Take Over

.meager, meager provisions.a united and sacrificial effort.every temptation.every choice.almost too much to consider.how each decision leads to another.the if whens.the if thens.the whys.all topics of regret or pride.when the bed is turned down, when the moon shines bright, when the animals take over.dreams are just the drool.the mind not shutting down.the nerves not dimming their glow.fatigued and tight.pains in the neck and commerce.those hooks run deep.only pain endurance.only perseverance.it goes away.crawls away.hibernates.

Hundred Stars Tonight

.assembled for an event.the lifting up.as on a cross.worshiped hypocritically.pride stripped clean.but we got spirit.yes we do.the ability to reflect divinity.make divine choices.a direct channel to channel your misdirections.spiritulality takes guts.rates are high.the lakes are low.drink the water.it is clean.drink the wine too.enjoy the day.dawn and dusk.count a hundred stars tonight.peaceful slumber.

The Rainbow Disappeared

.slip in from the outer world.make the night neon.get up out of your seat and dance.everyone likes the robot.popping the moves and moonwalking.see the reflections in windows.call up the mayor.hoot and holler.get dizzy and lie down.dream about the past and wake up sleepy.thought she knew what was going on.thought she found the golden goose.but the rainbow disappeared.the pot was empty.those egyptians are crazy.bloodthirsty and old.dependant and indignant.let egyptians be egyptians.those brotherhood dudes are serious.the sisterhood remains silent.faces covered and silent.awkward alliances and political gain.the nile is red.pyramids in the shape of orion.where thought is created.privacy is an illusion.millions of eyes in the skies.paranoia and justification.wanna go to the third party.where the truth flows free and howls are heard.sitting around in a drum circle and speaking your mind.

Lazy Eye

.its just all a bunch of talk.no action.twisting and occupied.rejuvenated but cluttered.someone grab the paper towels.spilt milk.nurturing and healthy.brilliant and sufficient.look around for the next splash.the new cool.exceptional and beat.bopping and banging.slow down for the relaxed.lazy eye.talented and notorious.vain and beautiful.wrap up your hair and glow.face masks.deceptive and inauthentic.flattering and calm.pour up some whisky sours.shoot two.harsh and rewarding.stumbling and slurring.plant a tree in the front.deep roots.complicated and thirsty.noisy and hypnotic.

The Square Is Buzzing Like A Hive

.let out a long moan.stretch the limbs for long periods.keep the play alive.love for another day.another chance.this phase of birth.this time for change.all around identities are attended.paint the walls clean.cut in the corners.prepare yourself for any outcome.let the present moments be noticed.pushing wind around.its the only way.soul suffocation can be avoided.this is known.prescriptions of hope pills.covered in nature.colliding with technology.ethics and norms elusive.private eye been watchin' you.public eye too.grape songs and vine talks.deserved recognition of cultural significance.those local yocals.the square is buzzing like a hive.suburban mothers desperate for something old.fathers drinking cold english beers.the tattooed the taboo.browns shoes and waynes.rented out a booth.a dickens of a set.maddog blowing harp.overcame his stage freight.redeemed mind.look at us now.older, but not old yet.

Untold Stories

...and so on says so much.think of the missed thoughts.remember the untold stories.hock the whole damn place.rub nickels together and live modestly.throw a wide net.go fishing for the bounty.drip the drip.drop the drop.rock around the clock.write it all down.make a list.diversify and persevere.performance art and timelines...

The Great Wines Of Texico

...all my invited guests, please stand and be recognized.the lab in the back.potions and concoctions.drink each grape.the chilled one, my favorite.completely tended with perfectly straight rows.the vines maturing and established.netted and clipped.huge buckets filled and sorted.ready for the crushing.buy a case or a bottle, see you next harvest.heat settled in the windless back fields.Texas roots.Spanish vines.the great wines of Texico.