the soul of divinty,...

take my hand &
follow us to a magical
space of bewilderment,
just that place
but trust.
trust us.
all you need is imagination&
mind's eye.
personal belongings can
weigh you down,
you'll have time for that later,
here, set that down. come.
slip & slide in a camera's eye,
roll the reel, taste the tap,
this is a world of second breathes
go slowly.
just close your eyes & sink away,
your soul has now vanquished,
you are no more

get stuck in
the return trip is
only an option

the soul of divinity,...

transient but sentient
space aliens on a lime
green 70's sci-fi bomb-blast
the arcanian strain?
no. secret thoughts
found out,
beats & blips on a mind device
brain washing, suction cup sucking
destroying your inner thoughts.
static electricity replaces blood flowing
chip-chaps, electronic fuzz.
art discipline knowledge skill-study
mind's device searching download recent remedy

this was just a nutmeg,
soon, I'll wake up,
I'll come around.

chomp, chomp, chomp,....

bbrrr, brrrr,..
shiver me timbers,
shiver me knickers,...
ice hands, on'a icy ice.
photo titled: empty icy space

my flat mate keeps it triple F
freezing, like WWF wrestle mania,
Cold!
up in this here...

hhhhmm, like aug,
late aug & the long,
hard, cold of winter is setting in,
i was just beginning to relax.
i also wanna thank you for reading this
tonight.
home recordings & the mic.
tip, tap, top, is this thing on?

so i was thinking,....

i wonder who would win between a fight
with Batman, & Roy Keane??
remember, there 's only one keano,..
think that was how the song went.
he was like staunch, I mean tough !
in central midfield.
Captain.
hardcore for United,..
uummm early 90's til,..'05,
then falling out. but serious damage was
done, .....accolades__________!!!!
Irish connection,...to greener pastures.
chiseled-bone crusher.

but Batman, well he's the bats!
know what I mean?
probably unbeatable.
kicked shit-kick outta soups! worthless soups.
& the like, & everyone else, (oh!! there's the AC
kicking on again, geez-drat)
perennial crime-fighter,.good poet too.

I guess there's only one possibility of a semblance
of a chance we'll (you & me) ever know!
lads & grads,...let them games begin,...........

eeww! did you see that, ?
keane with a great flying kick to the gut,

bats'll haveta really watch himself,..
oh! a massive right hook from the dark knight,.
quickly followed up with a suplex.

keane, down, but not out.
a sweeping tackle,...he's got bat's gone batty,...
down on the ground.

oh my gosh!
keane's bit him!! oh no,...batman is mad, he's raging.
ewwww, a crushing elbow.
keane has blood flowing everywhere,.........

have you seen this man?

yeah!
uncanny X-men v. Jimmy Stewart (circa 1958)
next time.

Nemanja Vidic talking proper sense.

so one of my many heroes is this guy from Serbia who plays in central defense for Manchester United. He is an absolute machine out there. You know, one of those guys who can take a kick to the face & keep on going. Balls have hit the back of the net off this guy's head like a missile to it's current destination of destruction.

Anyway, he's a good, strong, fast, technical & very smart player who recently made some comments that I believe are worth sharing. My story starts with the media skewing what he really meant to say, but, well that's the media for ya. Nemanja Vidic was quoted in Russian football magazine Football Weekly criticizing Manchester's weather and the English lifestyle. Of course he did admit having a difficult time getting settled when he first moved to England, but who wouldn't?

In his first six months in England, Vidic did struggle with a new language & culture which contrasted with that of his native Serbia. The magazine went on to say that Vidic wanted out of Manchester, thus requesting a transfer & wanted to move on to a more weather friendly La Liga (Spain's top flight football league). Of course Vidic would be viewed by Mancunians as an ungrateful, greedy, footballer just looking for another big paycheck. Don't worry, some decent people still exist in the world.

The magazine supposedly quoted Vidic as saying, "In Manchester, the main attraction is a timetable at the railway station where trains leave for less rainy cities!"

Quite funny if you really think about it, & probably true. But offended Mancunians probably wouldn't share his viewpoints. These are a really proud people, & keep in mind Vidic has made millions of pounds playing football in Manchester. His weekly wages are mostly funded by the exorbitant ticket prices United supporters are forced to pay to watch gods kick a little white ball around a slab of grass against lesser foes.

The real joy in this whole muddled, silly story were Vidic's comments made to ManUtd.com in an attempt to clear up the mess. I wholeheartedly believe in what he is saying, & it's a good comment on Western culture in general.

"In England, (& America in my opinion) people don't have time to feel the joy of life. Throughout the week they work so hard. They only talk to people at lunch. Then in the evening they watch TV so they can get up early for work the next day."

I guess I just felt a connection to his words, I believe in exactly what he is saying. I myself just last night went to bed at around 9:30 so I could wake up at 5:30am for work. What kind of boring, mundane life is that? Well I guess I have no choice, & of course work is a necessity. But how much is too much? Couldn't I manage what I do in a 40 hour week in 25 hours? Surely.

I've touched on this before, but it's true. We work too much in this money-driven country, which leads to over-stressed, anxious, & depressed people. Can we one day slow down & experience other cultures & enjoy life's little joys? Maybe, maybe not. I guess some would say, "that doesn't make good business sense". No it doesn't, but I don't want it to.

For those yearning for the end of the story, Vidic went on to express his happiness living in Manchester & playing for United. All is well that ends well I suppose, but in the mean time, he helped me to realize just a little bit more about what's important to me.

dread

end of day blues
transpose cynical views
content to just loose
heard more bad news.

the reason for your
dull views you ask?
do you have time
for removal of mask?

realization!
lack of total freedom
saw this scribbled in the bathroom:

We are all slaves.
We are not free
Hoist that flag &
Let us declare to
Our oppressors
That we have found
Our one true purpose
Of freedom & bravery

something to ponder
especially since we've lost
our gift of wonder.

now leave me alone: a riddle. (2 guys, 1 girl, 1 mission)

soft, bubbling jazz fitzes from a
wireless space bubble time machine.
the kind that makes you whisper to
yourself in a low Barry voice:
"yes, welcome to love making time"
or,
sparks a yearning for the
hyperbolic exaggeration of a carpeted elevator,
the kind with the semi-quasi mirror walls
where you can see your front-tooth reflection
staring straight back at you.
quickly & momentously exchanging
furtive glances with yourself. (#1)

any-old-ways,
this slender, graying, out of work, cartoonist (man)
sits on a coffee-downtown-park bench shortening
his life by 29.7 days, scribbling inane notes on
a VOIDED check.
a fat hick with a go-figure-blue-t-shirt on
waltzes by with some sort of apparatus attached
to his sun-burnt ear.
quite possibly a breathing gadget,
hence why hordes of zombie-like
mutant creatures are all persistently
inhaling & exhaling via these bright, shiny toys.
the fattie-fat-fat boy hick trips & licks upon a downed
power line caused by none other than the previous
nights tropical depression, inappropriately called:
Bertha's Bin-Box Blues.

as a direct result of this short jaunt,
graying-gray-head quickly notices
the absurd attempt at DIY tattooing
"Roscoe" possesses on the clichéd area
directly above his left ankle.
a slow roll of the eyes & a billowing
sigh is all Dr. Smoke Stack can conjure
to state his immediate disapproval.
it has been stated that later in that very
afternoon, cartoon Louie scribbled the
following asinine words on Check No. 492:
"that fat brat smacks tat like doormat at has been hat mat".
& then forthwith proceeded to sketch
a small, intimate picture of his new found friend
on the back of a discarded concert promotion
flier from the Swedish death metal outfit:
Lollipops & Frilly Things

well, it turns out that starving artist man
was wrong in his assimilation & deconstruction
of said body art.
little did he realize, or care to know, but
that the rotund redneck's realistic revelation
can only be attributed to the hefty lefty's
one time obsession with the 1993
Doug E. Doug/John Candy vehicle,
Cool Runnings, which for those who missed
this cinematic masterclass, followed the
misadventures & hijinks of the 1988 Jamaican
bobsled team.

(*note to reader*)
many stuffy film critic circles place this film
among the very best of the late, great John Candy's
career. Some even going so far as to rank it as
high as 3rd best in Candy's arsenal. Production &
Cinematography quickly pointed out as the films
strengths, along with a vast class of character actors
displaying a range not seen this side of Casablanca.

back to the rack,...

a beautiful, black skinned woman dressed in
police officer garb stands & stretches, reaching
her fingertips to the sun. A painful reminder of
last nights 80's groove-infused dance party &
attempt to discard the lactic acid build up
that has unannounced to her, set up shop in
her left forearm.
It's been said that the woman's resemblance
to later day Danny Glover has allowed her a
life of VIP prestige & double helpings of
mac n'cheese at the local Harold's Buffet &
Wheel Chair Distribution Outlet Center. She's
currently on her way to Marjorie's Public Library
to pay a 33cent late fee for her overdue time
with the 1973 autobiography of professional bowler
Herman Rodrigo, oddly but appropriately titled:
Life in the Fast Lane.
The book served it's time with the woman
as both a great read, & also a coaster.
(very absorbent)

You're probably asking yourself at this very
minute, what can these 3 people possibly have
in common? What does this all mean?
Surely a chance encounter is in store?

nope,
just
bored.

it's,.......me! ( & friends )

'eehh?
i cut a'inch of me head. wanna view?
oi!
the day in pics
can you see?

shaun of the dead
that's what I's looking at
pubs, zombies, pints, death, blood &guts
7th greatest film of all time. maybe 6th
the winchester, what's the 2nd record you ever bought?
any-old-ways, see it.
still noticing things after, mmmm, 30 viewings
the longer you stay up & watch movies on a sunday,
the longer the weekend lasts & the more tired
you are on mundane morning. so oh well....
sing for the lads,.....
cup '0 tea?

come on', come on',...
aim for the head
ohh! Queen song,..brilliant.
Don't
Stop
Me Now!!
I'm having such a good time!
at least I didn't have to shoot my mum
in the head today, & remember:
We're not using the zed word

miss you, miss you all

proper football strawberries,..(red plate)

on an old, busted table, prepared a few days short of a fortnight ago,
with grace, determination, love, feeling, being & of course hands
& booty.
you go girl, girl power,
next on the menu?
this is going to be one good stew! eewwww Momma!!

kiss the cook. kiss the berries

i've got 40 minutes til freedom
sing aloud for the human race!
american options for the drive home dance:
hum-drum humming,
fiery crash,
zonal marking,
criss-cross-zig-zagging,
disapproving glances.
30 minutes remain: just a short insight
calm yourself. this is a vast vast
country
land mass = ideas opinions
shall we vote on this matter?
eeh', registration card melted in cake batter
friends, family, realitives ahh'
such isn't life for everyone
20 minutes peerless til a swarm of bees
swatting, incessant, diving, dodging.
hurricane driving lessons from a malcontent
left alone, lost, loosing, loser, solemn,
10 minutes til a clean start
fresh fruit, short shave, shaved head, headless horsemen
listening to silence in a metal box,

secure safety belt of thoughts
5minutes til the end of days,
the end of my ways
he's been unfair to someone close to me
posthumous words serve as conclusive apology
moods change like traffic lights, for thus he's sorry
somber, grumpy, quick as a rabbit
moody, stretched thin, tired bad habits
alloted time has expired, money well spent
remembrance friend: you I cherish to hold tight
another morning & promise to focus on new sight

I'm just not sure yet,...

ok, so I haven't done this in a long time, so turn away if you need to. but last nights international friendly between England & the Czech Republic has raised a few questions from this lad. (keep in mind things are going to start counting soon) Is Capello getting this? I know it's still early days yet, very early days, I mean the international scene is so short & sweet that most countries only have a few weeks a year to really gel & be able to play together as a team. but 2010 world cup qualifying starts in like 2 weeks, & I swear to you I'm not going to go through what I did with the European finals (not qualifying & all).

why does this england team seem strangely similar to McClaren's fiery crash england team? Well because it is. I'm sorry but some weight needs dropped. David Beckham, Frank Lampard, David James, Emile Heskey thank you all for your hard work & dedication but your services are no longer needed. At one time, you were the past of the England national team, you are not the future. Step away.

England squeaked a messy 2-2 draw in the 3rd or 4th minute of stoppage time last night at home in Wembley stadium in London. they easily enjoyed the lion's share of possession in the 1st half, & also quite a bit of it in the 2nd as well. the Czechs struck first on a cheeky little counter attack goal that took a quite generous deflection off of Ashley Cole's right foot. Wes Brown equalized a few minutes before break on a quality header off a corner. At the beginning of the 2nd half, England were soon caught stuck in a little mess as Beckham fouled someone I can't pronounce at the edge of the box setting up a quality free kick goal by yet another Czech player beyond my literary grasp. Cole's snatch & grab equalizer came off another England corner, & the 3 Lions were safe (barely) to continue rebuilding for a few more weeks until meanigful qualification games between Andorra & Croatia in September.

But what I am most concerned about is Fabio Capello's selection of his team. why are so many players considered the future of England absent? Those young legs carry a lot of pace, & are proven goal scorers in the Premier League for their clubs. David Bentley can do pretty much everything Beckham can, but with pace. To me, it's obvious. Wouldn't right now be the time to get some of these younger players some much needed international experience against quality opposition?

Why is this genius Italian coach so afraid to try some new players? & can someone tell me what role Wayne Rooney is playing. He played well, don't get me wrong, but he was everywhere. is he allowed to roam, unchallenged & unchecked creating space for Gerrard bombing up the middle of the pitch? Oh wait, Capello stuck Gerrard on the left. (his out of position, position) It's obvious England lack the same thing Manchester United does, an out & out striker. Someone for Rooney to play directly off of. A bigger stronger target than Defoe or the oft-injured Owen. & someone quicker than the bean pole Crouch or ageing Heskey. (are we sure a name like Fernando Torres is Spanish?)

Without further ado, (since I am an expert on the matter) I'll provide you with my opinion on what the England team Should be. Thanks for listening!!

OK, he's young & doesn't have a lot of International experience, but Ben Foster gets the start in goal. You gotta start him sometime. The back 4 of England (when organized) is solid, & will remain Brown, Terry, Ferdinand, & Ashley Cole. the midfield may look a little different. But it must be: Joe Cole on the left, Gerrard & Barry in the middle, & a new DB on the right, David Bentley. Now Wayne, listen to me. You keep your starting position, but only if you promise not to roam like a stray dog. You will partner Gabriel Agbonlahor up front.

Cheers!

theif!

so how are all your jobs going/working ? for you
im sitting at mine now, writing, & drinking coffee
& listening to music & oH!!
here cometh right this very second a steaming train
locomotive, insistent on being positively lethargic (demeanor)
right below my 3rd floor window view
moving quite slowly, quite very slowly.
there is really
no one here right now, except me.
that means ghosts lurk in the shadows.
or maybe those shadows are the g's,.?dunno.
soon this place will be crawling with "them".
but sorry, friends & family members
i didn't pay for my coffee thisbreak at local carb-friendly estab.
like I stood there with silver bullet in hand,
wait, wait, waiting
we've all been 17 year old girls though in our life, haven't we?
well they were having, (quite possibly) muchos problemos
down the other end, so I turned & filled & walked.
Geez!
haven't disclosed hurt feelings or guilty feelings or feeling feelings yet
maybe i'll do something filled with compassion
or maybe i'll swindle someone else today. (?)
a life of crime & passion?
that only leads to breached comfort zones.

my 2nd funk-da-fied mixT done got pub'd you should check that
spent a lot of time deciphering notation & the like (me best poem)
directions? click once, click twice, you're there.
just instrumentals on that one though. monday night mixtapes though
digg it! if 3 people made one, licked stamp, sent it. then you could
also say: contributions made to local artistic communities/endeavors.
promotion of good feelings, vibes, the holy spirit, so on & so forth,....
quite possibly
oH! has anyone perceived my anxious thoughts & agreed to
get unclad in front of strangers?
that was something that was on my mind & could quite
possibly change the world for the good or bad.
like infomercial: are you tired of the same old, same old?
bored with your job? having feelings of depression or anxious moments?
if so try Streaker 3000. the new & improved pants less product peice,
brought to you by the Finkelstein Corp. Remember folks:,....

'eeh, nevermind that.
it's like T-minus a few minutes
before totally morphed into a mutant creature
hell-bent on conquering fears & large features
i smell rondo stacks of paper, stuffy in my future
hours of temporary wasted freedom & I miss her
realization of total freedom, content, a "goner"
head to the desk,...bam, bam, bang. sod it!
you'll never escape your dull, dull, boring existence
as captive to your surroundings.
americant dreams haven't heard for me.
sing another tune of total-unadulterated-wings
spread-not a care in the mutha-cunning world of liberty
& travel *& sights & educating the inner self & me
& it's all about what you want outta this life * are you getting it?
what rocks have you recently chopped?
read & see or die & just be

outta

pen flicked dry of ink
tea drank, done with drink
river ran, tripped & dried
bolt runs to the sky
outta luck, outta thoughts
weekend ends, sold & bought
car sputtered outta gas
empty room, free at last
lost game, outta time
needed ten, short a dime
match lived, just to die
fire vanished from a sigh
sat down to write a song
blank page hard & long
words gone lost & found
outta time not a sound

so it was a huge, huge, huge,............(a public service message)

well, before I finish that thought, can someone answer me a question?
why is it that people go to listen to other people play music?
distractions, distractions, distractions.
I mean what really is the point anymore?
I'm a little confused right now. I'm trying to work through
some things, figure some stuff out.
the my morning jacket concert was a bust.......
don't get me wrong, they are a great live band, & will remain
one of my favorites, however the total lack of respect of over 75%
of the attendees made them utterly useless.
(i'm gonna need a chair)
hey, I got an idea,.....
wanna get high & SCREAM & yell & jump around & step on people&
text & take pictures & make out & smoke & drink to excess & piss & push
& talk & Text& talk on your cell & check your cell& text & smoke & walk in &
walk out & throw up&throw stuff&
pay darn good money to do it???
then why not just throw a party with all your damn dumb friends &
save yourself the text messages & ticket fees (?),
so bitter snobs like myself can enjoy good live music.
come on, I'm all for having a good time,but what I experienced sat night
was DMB, a frat party, a drug bust, a bingo hall & elements of high school
wrapped up & rolled into one stinky joint.
wanna get high in public? go fly a kite.
am i getting old? maybe. a lack of patience
understanding the youth of today?
come on jesse, you weren't the only one there.
i know, i know. i do apologize for this rant. i hope I haven't
offended anyone. no wait, I was offended,
wasted time & or money creates bad memories, or no memories.
my fellow americans:
please hear me loud, hear me now,.......
clear your heads, discard the distractions
focus!trust me, I know we are an over -worked,
over-stressed nation, looking for a release.
but sometimes that release can come in the
most intimate & quiet momentsof beauty & brilliance.
(even at a rock show)
you might get something out of your next
live music experience. remember those shy
respectful ones around you. they might actually
be listening to & enjoying what's happening, if you wanna
chat&talk&catchup&get blitzkrieg(d),...
then just don't come,..you'll have saved
yourself 40bucks, & king lear chula will be happier.
(also,the cheap beer you've thrown 3 days wages on
is much cheaper when purchased at the store for in home
consumption)
remember, he doesn't want to talk,..he still thinks music
can make him forget the things he doesn't want to
think about & has finished with.
i love you,
i love all of you, but don't make me do this again
you may loose one of your citizens.

saturday night,....(let's try this again)

good morning (hint,hint*wink*wink)

I'm expecting it'll be dirty, stinky, hot, rowdy & amazing.
welcome home boys!
you can of course expect
a full report.

what counts most is what's underneath (noreally)

you ask yourself quietly & meek
of what honestly do I speak?
olympic competitions recall track meets?
No,
I mean to dig down unquestionably deep
have you found the answer I seek?
if not,
realize bumbling body parts solely matter
ha ha!,
that last line will surely spark endless chatter
doth confusion still reside in this ebbing tide?
Hint: a dangling pe pe hangs flaccid between thighs
pink mountains w/strawberry caps taste for desert
a night's prize if played hours well to flirt
bum cheeks float away in an endless wind
Smack!!
that sound you heard conjures a victory to win
you now see,
under parts mean the most in life
undecided?
on the fence?
try equal parts husband or wife
nudity creates harmony in the animal population
An Idea!
shall we join them en route to local work stations?
let's give it a go,
naked in the streets,
barefoot in the snow
we're going back to basics you see
shedding underpants w/not disdain, but glee
& rightfully so, you'll view all of me
remember gang:
in life's trials & tribulations
showing off your cheeks to strangers
creates fantastic sensations
& never forget:
when that smile turns toa' frown
simply dig down deep, & pull your pants down!

in dreams

a small, tall lugubrious man enters a 4th floor office building, bearded & awaiting objection. what he initially realizes is that an evil so real he can feel the heat resonating from it's source the second he steps out of the stairwell, stands erect at his desk. this unknown apathy is patiently awaiting the man's arrival like a tall monolithic column, unmoving & solid. yes, a spiritual demon if you will. yet this fiendish friend isn't at first available for fury & torment. he's been sent down from heaven by a rag tag band of misfit angels, hell bent on reeling lost souls back into a glorious kingdom of golden streets & everlasting life. the demon, enormous in stature, whisks the unsuspecting man away on a whirl wind tour of past downfalls like a mother would her only child who is seemingly headed toward danger. while in the demon's possession, the man relives past breakdowns, heartaches, & uncounted failures of personal relationships. the man, sentient & aware, is able to see actual faces of the very living souls who have caused him pain in the past. this sensation can be described as something reminiscent of a small child seeing their reflection in a puddle of water for the first time. after this painful reminder of the man's downfall, the demon ruefully deposits his defeated prize back in his bed, discarding him like junk mail, or dirty socks. the man awakes solemn & alone, accompanied only by the intense sweat beads that drip from his brow. remnants of the horribly inherent dream he has just had soon slip away from his mind. each chapter in this painful relic washing away from his memory like a sand castle being gobbled up by all that ocean. the man fumbles through his normal morning routines as he replays what's left of his other worldly experience. he soon finds himself arriving at work only to slip back into a normalcy so familiar he questions his very existence in this mundane world. you've now realized that the man longs for the dream world in which he was so quick to escape from. intense feelings of anger & despair quickly triumph over a dullness so profound it's unexplainable. the man sinks even lower in his chair awaiting something astonishing to happen. something to change his life & take him quite possibly a million miles away from what he has grown so accustomed to,.....

bearded women make great lovers?

wow! I apologize for how dull & somber I look in this picture. I was so excited to show off my new coffee thermos that normal human emotions escaped me at that very moment. I literally lost all control of motor & sensory functions (the Beck song Chemtrails is amazing).

This posh piece is pretty packin' though, purchased & presented to me properly by prestigious personal pals in partial past of the date I was presented with perfect life, oh, some preposterous 27 parcels ago.

It keeps the flow of divinity warm & snuggles all the way til the end. Also good if you want to feel very Europa, Europa whilst sipping. As you see, the little tip-tap-top comes off allowing you your very own little cup. Gleefully gay I sat, sipper cup, books & screaming imbecile (child) all apart of my new environment. Oh Paris, Amsterdam, Milan, Madrid, meet The Silver Train:

Regular paper cups, I now scoff at the site of your silly little existence. I will forever hold my head (& nose) that much higher when I pass. does that show intervention come see you for dark chocolate consumption?

mecca lecca hi mecca hiney hiney ho

minds' senses numbed
by blanket of mysterious fog (Ya!)
finger tips tingle from
tapping away hrs. of job (Woo!)
chest caving in like
short of breath snob (Zip!)
workingman's blues like
drinking english yob (Hey!)
remember the facts set
aside for personal temptations (Yip!)
distractions enable
getting your fixations (Zing!)
turn key hole for
worthless transition (Yee!)
rummage rooms with
modern ambition (Toot!)
caught with your
pants down? (Eek!)
diatribe creates a frown (Zeek!)
remembrance to
shoot the shit (Yikes!)
rough & wild
like catcher's mitt. (Zoop!)
in the end,
mentioned it to a friend (Duh!)
unwanted feedback
spoke of a train track (Tsk!)
don't want no kickback
ends short of a mishap (Ching!)
absurdity names the game
ideas pissed on & tamed (Wink!)
shot, shot, shit was the song
he laughed thorough & long (Weeeee!)

train track wisdom

have you started to discover
your downtown area?
cheeky old buildings with
personality on their faces
smiles & frowns based on
previous tenants habits.
temporary dwellers effecting
hundreds of years of bricks
in a humdrum attempt to
pass through unseen & covert.
have you seen the ghosts
of your towns past?
tangible beings disguised
as a wisp of fog float by,
market in hand, but unnoticed,
are they just the poor?
what was that saying?
"ask the impoverished
who the Christians are,
they'll tell ya"
twas overpopulation
killed downtown,
the graceful allure
of a chic side street
all but abandoned
by new neon signs
promoting promises
to a new generation
of willing consumers.
bums fill a St.'s fountain
interchangeably washing &
begging for change,
willingly exchanging
coffee money
for nervous glances
from a walk by benefactor.
step over the train tracks,
there you'll find
a hobos wisdom
written on walls
of gray, dull concrete.
feelings of despair & desperation
etched with a broken bottle,
but Freedom!
at the sound of a whistle,
all while 7 nations flags
flap in the wind atop city hall.
as the day breaks,
young play writes &
cigar shop owners scurry
by with ideas in tow.
these personal possessions
enough to get them through
a day downtown,
across the street,
over 3rd, past 4th,
& ending at Maple & Main.

the hours of operation,...(structured restrictions)

the hours of operation
come into play
unannounced
after minor explosions
scatter debris into the hot, black sea.
these restrictions stretch dog collar
tightness 'round the neck
of unsuspecting humans.
commerce begins to slow down
as structured hours stack upon
each other like small building blocks.
these Lego's (to small children)
remain posted,
alone & solitary
in breezeways of small subsidiary links,
warnings to gullible patrons
like a wanted fugitive's glamour shot.
the hours of operation,.....
oh the glorious mountain to climb,
to waste units of time,
to debate, to tell, to shine!
moods change creating
anxious moments
during the hours of operation.
mila-tree generals bomb
unsuspecting rogues
& acquire a platoon of ideas
in an endless tussle during
the hours of operation.
legalistic doormen to
shallow night clubs
structure their restrictions like an
electromagnetic "No" acting
as a pointed prong
to a herd of cattle.
as you see, the hours of operation
never cease to exist.
these medial ideas create
systematic book ends,
sort of a means to an end
to living, breathing, dying & trying,....

so,...

continuing explanations to life's little frustrations,.
for those who care, or attend this service:
the rental was delivered sat., in plent'o time
to make the Grizzly Bear show in Louisville but it was
a tank provided by the United States Army. They just
took the guns off, & painted over the green.
estimations proceeded from equations & the like, so on & so forth (dot,dot,dot)
gas to fill a 10 passenger people mover:
well I figure a 37g tank X (on average, 3 pound 75)
that equals on or around $138.75
let's let x equal absurdity, & y equal are you outta your mind?
summation to just stay h-o-m-e.
gutted, sliced, fabric, institutionalized, shock therapy
for missing the bears. have to hear jealous tales from mates who attended
previous gatherings. living vicariously through others.
things looking on the flip though, this morn trading this for that,
tick for tat,......

i swear on my old dead dogs grave it's 13 times bigger than it looks
sorry, SPSD (small penis syndrome dudes) geta life.
feeling more comfy in this:

yay!!

Oh NNNNOOOOOoooooo!!!!

these things happen, but when you're parked?

weekend trips to Louisville hang in the balance like a loose tooth.
bumpers hang off like a loose tooth for that matter.
this isn't a time to be poetic Jesse.
O.K., O.K.
one more time for the hommies,...

So after 2 hours of trying to get a rental, I'm being told a
"pick up truck" is on the way.
& to think I was so looking forward to this weekend.
birthday week '08 is getting off to a slow start,......

saturday night,..

don't worry, I'll report.