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The Church Bell Hit The Wrong Note

I woke up and laid in bed,

writing in my head.

Sentences explaining love made and love lost,

girls who I knew and have forgotten and

explanations for the reasons I do the things I do,

(and the things I do not do anymore).

I woke and walked downstairs to get coffee and

to further expand the ideas in my head.

I had a smoke and the writings began to leave my head.

The ideas explaining my generation –

what I at least thought I knew of my generation.

I thought harder.

I remembered a girl who had thin lips and another who

had dark hair and thin hips.

I remember a kid who lit my shoes on fire and

a kid who’s eye I hit with a black walnut.

I showered and forgot more.

I grabbed my pad and headed to the library to try and

get these ideas out before they left.

and the church bell rang,

and the church bell hit the wrong note.

and I forgot.

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Soaked dreams

The thoughts which lingered within my subconscious,
Stayed a blur to be honest…
Damp from its own intensity.
What more could I do? My imagination was dipped into my cup,
Swallowed the images, words, smells, and sounds into my digestive track.
Stomaching them was far from an easy task. Liquor to ease the inflammation of the abdominal region.
Smooth sailing for this salty sea-dog.

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WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO KNOW (DIRTY FUN)?

Simon Leis: Mr. Flynt, can you please turn to page 77? Can you describe to the jury what is on that page, please sir?

Larry Flynt: It’s a picture of Santa Claus.

Simon Leis: What is Santa Claus doing?

Larry Flynt: He’s talking to Mrs. Claus, and holding in his hand what appears to be a large, erect penis.

Simon Leis: And could you read the caption underneath that cartoon, please?

Larry Flynt: “This is what I’ve got to ho-ho-ho about.”

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Wouldn’t You Like to Know (Dirty Fun)?

written February 25, 2010 (revised May 11, 2012)

 

 

I’m just skipping out, learned nothing to know

So might as well get up instead of down

Came over here and I know

There is nothing like a little stop drop and roll,

Then I’ll bring in the accordion

Now shout out and give me a “U!”

 

You know what I mean

The ultimate morphine

With street names abound

Desire with the obscene

 

 

Got our breath to attend

Down we go again

Trapped in a cat’s cradle

While we make the praying mantis laugh.

Though we are deeper now!

With the knee-deep apocalypse

 

You know what I mean

The ultimate morphine

With street names abound

Desire with the obscene

 

Listening to Edith Paif,

Caught in the Jaws of Life,

We are the missionaries dealing with good strife

 

You know what I mean

The ultimate morphine

With street names abound

Desire with the obscene

 

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APPLAUSE FOR TYRANNY: CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO

 AWAKENING OF THE TRUTH

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APPLAUSE FOR TYRANNY: CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

REVELATION LEADS TO REVOLUTION

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“That’s Not Who I Am.” (8-11 stanzas)

“I get it!”

He yelled from inside the car.

“Sometimes it is hard to take the leap.”

As if through the dreary haze of a dream, I remember something

in fragments

The desert and the canyon.

The hopelessness and the feelings of being lost.

The bitter taste…

“You just gotta let go!”

He flicked his cigarette at me.

“Who are you?” I yell back, my head pounding.

“I am a nobody.

A no one.

Someone undefined as of yet.

The beginning of something new

and that endless possibility of what is to come!”

I shook my head violently.

The signs and the anger drumming in my head were overwhelming.

It all needed to end.

Those horrible images of a pointless life

attached

to

a

name

“That’s who I am.”

                                                                        I

didn’t

even

like

“Who are you?”

My eyes widened, flitting from the dark ledge of the unknown

back to the shadowy silhouette of the man with no name.

Sweet existential understanding broke through the clutter of past things.

That’s not who I was anymore.

“I am you.”

_

_

I stumbled forward

learning to walk again, gesturing for him to move to the passenger side.

Now was my turn to drive.

He smiled that scary smile.

Scary with all the things that now could be.

I closed the door and he shut his

as he talked of how the possibilities were endless now

life was for me to bend again

through the insight I have gained

in enlightenment.

The past was merely a springboard

from which to launch

with lessons learned

and tales to tell.

Nothing to define the man to come.

That’s not who I am any longer.

I punched the accelerator.

The piece of shit lurched forward into the darkness.

For a moment we flew

Until we

began

to fall.

Toward a bright

white

Light

we

fell.

I close my eyes.

Thinking of the metaphor of the ledge.

“That’s not who I am…

…any longer…”

_

_

The sun was just breaking when I waked.

Gasping for breath, sitting straight in the uncomfortable car seat.

The little light just beginning was orange, purple and blood red.

It was enough to show me the wide expanse of desert

bathing in the blooming colors, soaking up the first bit of understanding.

I leaned back in the seat letting the heat warm my cold body

resurrecting in a way, allowing me to feel new.

Blinking I reached for my cigarettes,

craving the menthol flavor

to mask the bitter metallic flavor left in my mouth.

After a few drags

I twisted it into the wood paneling

chucked the rest

allowed a deep breath

and a grateful smile

started up the car

and began to drive.

I had many miles to go.

The adventure had just begun anew.

_

_

There once was a man, who hated his name,

the history and the definition that came with it.

But that man died-

-disappeared.

Leaving behind only a license and a social security number to show he was there.

With those was a note,

written in hastily excited letters:

“That’s not who I am.”

FIN.

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My Dog

sophie is crazy,

she is an old bitch, but i

love her anyways

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