Why big relaxing , they come from small things.
And why do we go incognito as we self flagellate.
with our fix. Or that is the think.

Brown bottle with a safety lid.sublimate that devious Id.

Brown mood killer to get perky.
side effected with herky jerky.

Browns and pastels to quell. Feng shwaaaay?

Big brown eyes are soothing.
Might be better than quay luuuding.
that's a bit dusty.

End of the line self smoothing.

Wino on the tilt. struggles with his back pocket.
cant get a good grip on that brown bottle rocket
trying mightily to take it to the head.

Just trying to brown out and faze out.
solutions are myriad.
But a one trick pony.

Count down to brown......5-4-3........

Places where I go to conjure still mystifies me because when
engulfed in smoke and whirling mist, time slows and stops then moves again.

Some small strand of self slithers out and looks about then returns with small inspiration
Some morsel or crumb.

An otherly finger pokes in.
It plants a seed then stealthily recedes

The road lurches slowly then smoothly , tilting this  way then that way.
Questing, cohesion. A bolus of inspiration.
With sticky tendrils gently unfurled

This thing makes made odd.
My wife looks at me as if,as if, as if.
Always been a bit odd.

Oblique. after all.
Weird. Round peg in a square hole.
**** it.




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Beautiful brute dancing,playing chess with bare knuckled
explosions.Long past fear.
Tradesman in concussion.
Written on the wind.

His art on the canvas layed out in
Rusting crimson,spread deep and wide
as he slips and slides his masterpiece
of blood and teeth.

Swift dispatch, smiling
Stalker.
Jack Johnson.Jack Johnson.
Jack Johnson.

what do like ? she aked
Never really narrowed it down I said.

Legs or *** or ***** She asked.
I like them all I said. Why limit my options I Said.

You dont Have a preference she asked ?.....

I guess I am an eye guy I said.
An eye guy? She said.

Yes I said. When I look into yours, everything else fades. I said.

Her eyes dropped for an instant. Her cheeks flushed.

She looked me in the eye and her lashes sent Morse code blinks like
a ship to shore message.

My heart skipped.

Was Olive oyle anorexic ?.                                   Olive couldn't make her mind up. clean shaven or hairy.

Popeye was sprung.                                             Who was sweet pea's daddy?

                                                                               Was miss Oyle  on the down low?

Do your job....or abdicate
What is good for the goose is........
Fool me once shame on you...fool me twice shame on me..

                                       The truth is liberating.
                                       A lie has no spine... the truth is a biped.
Foolish is a forgiveable.. dishonesty flies in the face of facts.
                                      
                                       Ultimatly we are judged by our acts.

Five foot two.Eyes are blue
Cuchi  Cuchi. Cuchi coo has anybody seen my gal ?
RCA dog talk to me.
Aoooooooo.

Fool me once shame on you
Fool me twice shame on me has anybody seen my gal ?
Aoooooooo.

I dont know where she flew
Cuchi cuchi cuchi coo
Has anybody seen my gaaaal.
Ahoooooo. Ahooooo.Ahoooo.

N is for the way are never mean
A is for you always care.
T is truely trusting
U is overstanding
R is really special
E is you're esseential
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N is no devices
U is what really nice is
R is rising early
T is timing
U is understated
R is really cool
E is elegant



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A boy sat on a grassy bluff outside a village.
Long ago. Far away.
He sat. Staring down a winding trail.

That boy would watch the trail in misty morning dew.
Often he would and for years it was a rituai.

The women of the village
Walked that trail down to the river. Down to the rocks.
With baskets perched atop their heads and arms hung by
Their sides.

Down the trail to river rock. And churning emerald
Pool.the river was the cleanser and the rock a pounding tool.

A long procession of balance and grace. a practice old as time.
Then back the trip of swaying hips and poise. In young or old.
The rock. The grace. The. Quiet noise. A pageant.

That boy was me
That river rock still calls the women
Slow procession. Natural and endless charm.
The rock. The trail the emerald tide.

The womens hips. The undulate .
The basket never falls.
The river calls.

Up pops the blue hat out of his hole
Bop goes the bopper on in the game called
Whack a mole.

Its a teasing game. And a game of chance
If you stand out from
The group and pack.
Chances are you are gonna get whacked.

But that is the price that one must pay
If you plan to succeeed and go on your way.

Standing pat or sitting still can work at times
And keep one safe.
Standing your ground is sound stratigy.
But what works fory ou may not work for me.

Rasta seh **** gone. Rat tek im place.Or when power leaves, the scavenger succeeds.

Roots man seh blood follow vein. Or blood is thicker than ****,

Greedy choke puppy. Or greed ultimately ends in tragedy

Man walk. Dead watch Or death comes at unexpected times.

As close as *** and commode.Or a close friendship.

*** done.Fun done Or goes a fair weather friend.

Old firewood easy fi ketch. Or old wood lights easily (Pertains to old ex lovers who still have feelings toward each other).

Day brok one, one. Or, One day then the next (Time changes all things).

Touchy.Cant handle the heat                                          Raucous. Banging loud in the sink

Brassy. Calling the kettle black                                       Vain.Thinking your **** dont stink

Moody.Goes from simmer to burn.                                Nasty. A little green on the bottom  

Anxious.Cant sit and wait for  your turn.                       Reckless. Smokem if you got-em.

Dear Miss Harris.
this letter is to inform you that your position in the constaltions
Is fixed and never to fade.

My dearest Eleanor.
It would be misleading if I told you that for me, it was love
                                         at first sight but you have grown on me with
                                             The passage of time.
Over the years I have come to understand what the fuss was alll about.
As me myself and I sat alone in my solitude.
I have grown to love what a little moonlight can do as I cried for you.


                                         Don't explain. Now I know that you've changed


                                         Like autumn in new york and yesterdays witout your love have made me miss you even more now as I cover the waterfront in search of my love.

You my love are. travelin light crowned with a white carnation forever

strolling through my memories.
                                          Maybe we will meet again on some other
                                          Spring.some fine and mellow sunlit morning.
                                          Till then dear,good morning heartache is the
                                          Song that I sing as I sit in my solitude.

Hush now my heart. Don't explian. What is there to gain.
All my thoughts are of you for I am completly yours.
You are my joy and pain so don't explain.

Right or wrong don't matter,when you are with me sweet.

The pointed pain
Sad refrain. Good morning heartache.
Stop haunting me love.can't. Shake you no how

The welcome sting that your love will bring
Your arm so bruised and stained.
Repulsed me at first. The wounded bird
Does sing a lovely song.
It took me so long to
Feel your pain lady.
But you are now and ......... forever in my vein
And will remain.

Drove down the iron pipe into the summit on
Iwo Jima .old glory waved in the spirits of thousands leaving in a rush.

Jay silverheels... Tonto if you will. Harold J. Smith.
Didn't climb a hill. Mono sylabic.

***** speak. Couldn't be weak
To be him.

King wing nut fancied himself a fashion savant. No one was ballsy enough to tell him "you caahnt".
                                               He sewed a nice shirt from riverbed dirt.
                                              
"Wonderful sire was the obliging blurt.
                                               He stitched a cocked hat made from rooster
                                               Fat.

"Mahvelous sire was the rat a tat tat.

                                              He sewed wooden trousers
                                              to so many wowsers !!!

                                              His stockings were crafted from gobbledygook.

Superlative sire!! and "Oh goodness look"

                                              The Vapid sot laid down on a cot for a nap.
                                               He woke at two,recharged an refreshed.
                                              
He stripped down to the skin and proceeded to sew a suit from the thinnest of air.
He stepped to his throne from the twilight zone.
bemused and with hardly a care.
                                              What say ye now said the simplified oaf.

                                              All eyes drifted skyward as he strutted about.
                                              to applause and stifled guffaws.

"Your majesty has outdone himself".
"Leave the rest of your clothes in the closets and shelves.

                                              Nothing more needs be said.
                                              Gassed up and content with an over-sized head.

From a whisp
To menacing imp.
Jungle rot. Panic ****.
See how they run.

Granny told me tales that they told her
That they heard from the griot.

The duende. Walks with feet turned back.
Conceal his intentions.. a stalking moon.
A loon ? Oh no. Real to the night.
Blood red eyes pierces the soul.



Duende. Spirit. Beast.
Sprang from the bowels of hell...the stifled dreams
Of the children. Cowed by the dark.
One left to fend. One
Found the ark.
Ta ta duende.
Know who he is ?

Nightmare amalgam
Sum of all fears. Grandma ... scared dog **** outa me.

Man has the power to
Engender greatness and to
Persevere while
Holding great burdens upon his shoulders.
In spite of the dark regressions
Steeped in his fiber and core.
To levels unspoken. Master
Of all that he surveys.
Passions abound and goodness of
Heart. has
Elevated him over and over again to
Leave animal instinct and  
Escape and to great heights to
Soar like an eagle past Satan's grasp.

I asked the old veteran sitting in the easy chair in the shoe department in the Sears store in Torrance in Southern California.

How are you doing ? I asked.
This guy saw bodies fly apart
On the beaches of Normandy. "Way better than the deep six" he said.
I got a little place my knees hurt and my ticker got jumper cables attached.
But I ain't cold, hungry and low on ammo.

Ever step into an elevator that was **** filled and you cussed out loud.

Ever use a public toilet and reached for the handy wipe and the roll/box was empty. ?

Ever find a hair in your food and it had a ****** attached. ?

Ever show up on a blind date and broke you face and then realize that you did. ?

Ever catch yourself bumping and grinding in your sleep and  you wake up and your sweety is sitting up looking at you with that look. ?

Ever try to ease a silent but deadly in a quiet room and break bad. ?

close encounters of the worse kind.

Beat backthe back beat.
Drop right in.

Ska reggae. Blues . Groove metal. Old ragtime.

Trip but don't fall.

Stride piano. Jump.

At the savoy.

Tight rythmic confusion.live the illusion.

I walked past the Dunbar in days past.
The doors were shuttered.. I heard fats' ivory twinkle.
On central ave.

Synche up.
Or don't
Just drop in
Where you fit in.

In front.
In back.

Up high or to the side.
Groove. Baby.
Groove.