He was a 5 foot 6 walked like.he had two wrecking
***** between his legs.
Rollling at the shoulders sleeves rolleed up

Had that common disease No-***-atall but was packin heat
Up front. Slept in a hammock even when home.
Loose fit boxers housed the snake.
Before the *** made him succumb.

Uncle James.was a man to be dealt with.

Slept in a canvas hammock even when at home.

A sailor's sailor tough to the bone.
Generous to a fault.

He was never mean to us kids, his long gone
Baby sister's kids.

He would roar not talk.
Always a strange look in his eyes when he looked at us kids.
I later realized it was pain.
And love rolled up in one.

He loved all us kids ******* all.

Battle scarred kisser. Never backed down
Never stayed down they told me later

Then **** he was gone.
Strange. The family did not make a big fuss.
Strange.

What do you do with the drunken sailor
Early in the morning.

Heave ** and up she rises
Early in the morning.

Pull out the plug and wet him all over
Early in the morning..

Heave ** and up she rises
Heave ** and up she rises

Heave ** and up she rises
Early in the morning.

Father Stokle bowed his head and softly
struck his chest with his right fist, gently The left side where the heart resides.
Three times rhythmically.
Mia Culpa.
Mia  Culpa.

Mia Maxima Culpa.

Mass in Latin.
worlds ago.

That ceremony of contrition rings loudly for
me still. Cant say why.

Translated.

Through my fault.
Through my fault.
Through my most grievous fault.

Man. Circle the wagons and throw a log on the fire.
Gettin your cookies of in a  Canvas schooner.
Caused. Lotta P E. comin sooner and sooner.

Lookin over your shoulder for the old scalp lifter.
Jump up buckle up gave her half a bone.
Didn't even get a chance ta moan and groan.

Pulem.to the side no time to for.4 play.
Get in where you fit in its my birthday by the way. ... wink.. nudge.

Leave the fire on low.
Be back in an hour ***.
Maybe I can get you ta clean my gun.....no ?


Naw........

Perspective is a thing that I stalk....
Like The man atop the hill looking down
Like the man atop the mountain staring up.

You see,to me the immediate middle is the key
You see,the median is the road not the division.
You see,there is no existence sans harmony.
                                                        ­                  Friends, up creates down.      
                                                                ­          Left bears right.
                                                          ­                In validates out.
You see
I strive for the core.
the root.
the substance of being.                                   My father left a Tin man standing in the rain.
                                                           ­              My mother left a straw man pyromaniac.
                                                     ­                    My god left me.
I did not Leave him.