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a party

an argument

the guy breaks a beer bottle
shoves it into arty's neck

don,t go           anywhere
harry tells arty

don't worry

I won't
says arty


arty 17


forever.
a  heart is on the loose
left me on the street of
bruised knees that
turned a kiss into ashes

a heart is on the loose
so the night goes hunting
so the night comes running

long black hair and big brown eyes
caring and sweet and kind and
I still feel the soft touch of that first kiss

I should fly away
but the heart knows
i'm going to stay

an angel has clipped my wings

WARNING:
leave the angels alone
guy scutellaro Dec 2018
she wants to see
what the eagle
sees so

 she puts on her dancing
shoes to ride
the waves of wind

walking among the meadows of time
always near and always far
she
searches for the beautiful poem
never realizes
she is the poem

the dreamer of good dreams
fears not a ghostly wind
  
the good dreamer
as clear as mountain lake
seeks the fruit of life
the sweetness
the truth of life
with a heart and mind
that are one.

this rose has no thorns
guy scutellaro Nov 2018
...bobby stole a car
george jumped
through
the open back window
we tied robbie up
left him on some ones porch
were surprized when
the spainish people carried
him into the house
(so much for robbie)
we egged chamburg's parents
put a box on a porch
with john inside
rang the doorbell and
ran
across the street to hide behind a car
john jumped out
the lady screamed
the husband yelled
john ran
came back the next night
attached a long cord to
the empty box
rang the doorbell....

hang on st. Christopher

the moon
        was never fuller.
guy scutellaro Nov 2018
(last chapter)


Hearing something, he turns and looks out of his open door to see Mr. Martin go shuffling by wearing a bath robe and one red slipper. Jack hears Martin's door close and then for thirty seconds the old man screams, "AAHHH, AAAHHH, AAAAHHHHH." After that the building is quiet, and Jack listens to his own labored breathing.

A glance at the clock tells him it is  a few minutes to 7 a.m. Jack hurries from his room into the hallway. They pass each other on the stairs. The big man is coming up the stairs and Jack is going down to the bar to see O'Malley.

Jack has committed a trespass. The big man looks down as Delleto turns. "Hello, Jack, brother." The man smiles, slides the brim of his Giants baseball cap across his forehead and then continues up the stairs.

Jack watches him. When Paul Keater reaches the top of  the stairs the red exit light flickers like a candle above Keater's head and then goes out. An instant later the sound of a door closing echoes down the hallway to the bottom of the steps.


Jack Delleto is standing in the doorway at the bottom of the steps looking out onto the wet, bright street.

"Hey, Jack, man it's good to see you. I heard you were dead."

Jack turns, looks over his shoulder. "Felix! How the **** have you been?"

The two men shake hands, then embrace momentarily.

"Ah, things don't get any better and they don't get any worse." The old man shrugs and then he smiles, but his brown eyes are dull and Jack can smell the cheap wine on the old man's breath. "When are you gonna come back to the gym and start workin out? Man, you've got something, Kid, and we're going places.

"Yea, Felix, I'll be coming back. " Jack extends his hand to  Felix. The old fighter smiles and they shake hands. Suddenly, Felix takes off down Main Street towards the Food Town super market walking quickly as if he has someplace important to go.

Jack is curious. He sees the rope when he starts walking towards the Wagon Wheel bar. One end of the rope is tied around the parking meter pole. The rest of the rope extends across the sidewalk and disappears  into the entrance of the bar. The rattling of a chain catches his attention and when the dog's huge white head pops out of the bar doorway Jack is startled. Jack stops dead in his tracks and as he spins around to run, he slips and falls to the wet pavement.

The big, white mutt growls, woofs once and comes charging down the sidewalk at him.

The rope is quickly growing shorter. It stretches until meets its end, tightens, and then snaps. Now, unimpeded by the tension of the rope the mutt comes hurtling down the sidewalk at Delleto

Frighten, Jack's body grows tense with the anticipation of the attack. Jack starts to stand up, makes it to his knees just as the dog bowls into him knocking him to the grown. The huge dog has him pin down, goes right for his face.

And begins licking him.

Relieved, Jack struggles to his knees and hugs her tightly to him. He looks over her shoulder and across Main Street to the graffiti painted on the boarded shut Delleto Market.

                           FANTASY WILL SET YOU FREE.

                                           The End


Henry David Thoreau, "I left... for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one"

my thanks to hello poetry for letting me put in stories which are not poetry. I thought some of it would work as short stories. eventually I decided to put chapters in order. once a did that I felt compelled to see it to the end.

Mostly, I created a big mess.
guy scutellaro Oct 2018
(follows  Jack slides towards the darkness)




The rain turns to snow.

With each lunging step he takes pain throps in his arm and shoulder socket. His raw throat aches from the great drafts of cold air he ***** through his gaping mouth and although his legs ache, he does not pause to look back. Jack must keep punching holes with his ice axe probing for crevasses.

The pole slips effortlessly into the snow. "******, another one.!"

Moonlight coats the glacier and the mountain looms over him. It is four in the morning and he needs to be high on the mountain before the morning sun softens the snow. Jack moves carefully, quietly, humblely to avoid a fall into an abyss. When he reaches the top of the couloir the wind begins to howl. He has a pounding headache.

"Da da Dun , da da dun, hey purple haze all around my brain, lately things don't seem the same, don't know what's happen, is this a dream? Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me..." Jack thinks the song is in his head but then the electric guitar notes float down the mountain through the huge blocks of ice that litter the glacier.

It stops snowing as he makes his way up up the ridge following the music and at the top, standing on an arête , is Jimi, his long dexterous fingers flying over the guitar strings at 741 m.p.h.

"Wait a minute, " Jack wonders suspiciously, stopping him dead in his tracks. "Am I dreamin...ah what the ****. PURPLE HAZE ALL IN MY BRAIN," Jack shouts. The sun is hitting the distant wind blown peaks. Hw swings his ice axe around strumming it like a guitar, and then he continues singing. "LATELY THINGS DON'T SEEM THE SAME, GOT ME LAUGHIN AND I DON'T KNOW WHY..."

                                      *   *  **

Slowly the door moans open.

"Jack, " her voice startles him. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, I'm  awake.

"What's the matter, Jack.  Can't you sleep?"

Jack shifts position on the chair. "Oh, I can sleep, alright." He recognizes the voice of the shadow. "I want to climb to some high alpine meadow." He tells her."

"A belly that's empty hurts," The shadow replies. "I miss you, Jack Delleto.

"I'm glad someone does. I miss you, too."

There is silence for several minutes and then her voice comes out of the darkness again.

"Jack, you forgot something that night."

"What?" The dark shape moves towards him. When she is in front of him, Jack stands slipping his arms around her waist.

"You didn't kiss me goodbye."

Her lips are soft and warm. Her arms tighten around his neck and the warmth of her body comes to him through the cold night.

"Jack, what's the matter? She raises her head to look at him in the darkness." Jack, why your crying."

"Yeah, I'm crying."

"Don't cry, Darlin," her lips are soft against his ear. " I can't bear to see you unhappy. Tell me you love me."

"I love you, I do," Jack softy whispers.

"Hold me, Jack, hold me tighter.

"I'll never let you go." He tries to hug the shadow tighter.


The dread begins to grow. Jack Delleto explodes back into consciousness. Instantly, he sits up ******* drafts of cold air coming into his room from the open window. He gets up  off of the chair and walks over to the sink. Jack turns on the cold water and bending forward splashes the water on his face. Dripping, he looks at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes meet.

(continues ) from his eyes meet,
guy scutellaro Oct 2018
last chapter.

Hearing something, he turns and looks out of his open door to see Mr. Martin go shuffling by wearing a bath robe and one red slipper. Jack hears Martin's door close and then for thirty seconds the old man screams, "AAHHH, AAAHHH, AAAAHHHHH." After that the building is quiet, and Jack listens to his own labored breathing.

A glance at the clock tells him it is  a few minutes to 7 a.m. Jack hurries from his room into the hallway. They pass each other on the stairs. The big man is coming up the stairs and Jack is going down to the bar to see O'Malley.

Jack has committed a trespass. The big man looks down as Delleto turns. "Hello, Jack, brother." The man smiles, slides the brim of his Giants baseball cap across his forehead and then continues up the stairs.

Jack watches him. When Paul Keater reaches the top of  the stairs the red exit light flickers like a candle above Keater's head and then goes out. An instant later the sound of a door closing echoes down the hallway to the bottom of the steps.


Jack Delleto is standing in the doorway at the bottom of the steps looking out onto the wet, bright street.

"Hey, Jack, man it's good to see you. I heard you were dead."

Jack turns, looks over his shoulder. "Felix! How the **** have you been?"

The two men shake hands, then embrace momentarily.

"Ah, things don't get any better and they don't get any worse." The old man shrugs and then he smiles, but his brown eyes are dull and Jack can smell the cheap wine on the old man's breath. "When are you gonna come back to the gym and start workin out? Man, you've got something, Kid, and we're going places.

"Yea, Felix, I'll be coming back. " Jack extends his hand to  Felix. The old fighter smiles and they shake hands. Suddenly, Felix takes off down Main Street towards the Food Town super market walking quickly as if he has someplace important to go.

Jack is curious. He sees the rope when he starts walking towards the Wagon Wheel bar. One end of the rope is tied around the parking meter pole. The rest of the rope extends across the sidewalk and disappears  into the entrance of the bar. The rattling of a chain catches his attention and when the dog's huge white head pops out of the bar doorway Jack is startled. Jack stops dead in his tracks and as he spins around to run, he slips and falls to the wet pavement.

The big, white mutt growls, woofs once and comes charging down the sidewalk at him.

The rope is quickly growing shorter. It stretches until meets its end, tightens, and then snaps. Now, unimpeded by the tension of the rope the mutt comes hurtling down the sidewalk at Delleto

Frighten, Jack's body grows tense with the anticipation of the attack. Jack starts to stand up, makes it to his knees just as the dog bowls into him knocking him to the grown. The huge dog has him pin down, goes right for his face.

And begins licking him.

Relieved, Jack struggles to his knees and hugs her tightly to him. He looks over her shoulder and across Main Street to the graffiti painted on the boarded shut Delleto Market.

                           FANTASY WILL SET YOU FREE.

                                           The End


Henry David Thoreau, "I left... for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one"

my thanks to hello poetry for letting me put in stories which are not poetry. thanks to the people who have read some of it.

originally, I started with the idea some chapters of a novel I wrote might work as a short story. larger portions of the novel have been left out. at some point I decided to put the chapters that I included in order of occurrence. the result: a little bit of  a mess.

my solution and it might be an innovation but i'm going  put a note for the reader to put the chapters in any order they like. Ha, ha.
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