The Change of Plan

 On second thought perhaps I can write about two things at once...

The dream was a bit disturbing......

Half ape beings running all around... and  my dear old Lady friend Lil  was pointing out a portrait up on the wall of her Great Grand father that  had the ape like features too that were in the dream....... very distinguishable ...

Who knew...? as I gazed into her blue  aged eyes..... she too.

That whole feeling of being lost in a strange land... wandering about.... a big expansive place... empty buildings with strange spider like things on the ceilings...

A no where home sort of a feeling? The once was........ before a home.... there....

I was watching an artist  Don Jean-Louis on You tube and  his expressing of his unique forms...... 

The Jovial faced man... .

The influencer for this my piece of art...... from a following ...... of

What he said made me think...... about Hues and Transference their mood elevation tendencies.....

How true it is... I have been cognizant of this for years... living here in the Florida Keys... 

actually a reason for........ being in the here..... 

His work struck me as some kind of  Cuneiform and within   how so much speaks  to us or can  if we were to listen.

The Old Pirate Fortification

Vandyke Stewart lived near Nichols Town......... He had a Wall Eye........ he was descended from Africa of  long ago with possibly a dash of Lucayan  blood....... he was just a boy when we first met... actually we were both just boys.......

He showed me the old hidden cemetery down at Behring point... most  of the names on the tombstones were of German Descent.... and dated in the Mid 1800's........ a peculiar place and at the head of the Cemetery was a toppled over wooden cross... it was all over grown and the whole  place looked to be wearing camouflage ..........

later that day we jumped into a little skiff and went across the Middle then the  South Bight  towards Mars Bay..  and there laid the remnants of   'The Old Pirate Fortification'    I am not sure if and where History places this.. if at all in any book... maybe there is mention of it in the Archives of Seville...... under la isla del espiritu santo previous to the Island having been named after Sir Edmond Andros........... maybe?

laying there in the marl was a rather large rectangular flat squared off stone and etched in it as I recall... in Latin I later translated into the following......

                           
                                                             "If I trash your life you will always trash yours" or your own.

I imagine only a Pirate would say something like that.


I was thinking that could be a  line in a movie....   or adds creedence to the idea of steering clear of relationships........

Then Vandyke Jetted out west............  there was an old place out there  as well that  he had once haunted as a young man.... he came across an old 8 mm  film  he  projected it on the wall where it flickered inside the barn... there he was having a good joke with his flight instructor in a flight simulator acting it up turning the yoke this way then that and hauling it back into his lap..  acting out crashing..... both laughing hysterically ...  what fun they were having....it all looked so archaic  peering  back through time....  but he recognized his shirt he liked it......  and all the airplanes torn apart..... around the place.... oh look the nose of an old 310 over there....

and all the drinking water there was now polluted and  on fire.... around there .... burning like it was  Flint Michigan... a gentle burn like that from a sterno stove....  keeping fancy food dishes warm at a social event........................ The Stone houses were once beautiful........ had fallen into disrepair and again since restored to fresh beauty.

Suddenly.......POW! this one large holding tank exploded....  wow! how startling and to be standing near it..... what a thrill........... very exciting...........

NO one was hurt .... thankfully.... it was a low velocity explosion..... but loud....

He simply could not convince the Big Blonde girl to have anything to do with him....

Shucks he thought............... he seemed to have the hots for her................

Well  it is a funny World isn't it?

The Old Pirate Fortification of youth..............  just steer about 120 degrees and hold a course for maybe 170 or 180 statute miles  from here......... you will find it over there in that direction....  perhaps not too far from Mariners Well............. but a bit Up South.........

I am not exactly sure.... we had no G.P.S. in those days...... I think they may of kept a stable of girls there..... like 500 years ago or something... perhaps it was an Annex to Port Royal?

Just a hunch.

                                                                             The Way I am always have been and always will be.

                                                                          Vandyke Stewart.

The Visitors Ghost Is Gone

Who Falls over these?

There is more going on here then we will ever realize:

The truth comes to visit:

A state of mind found in a literal place:

A full blown shower under cascading falls:

Writing on both sides of the paper:

The visitors Ghost Is Gone:

The Gratitude Of A Seedy Spark

Chispa's de la Tren............

Cheap Clear Rum......... 3.00 a bottle, why maybe less.

$3.00 Blow Jobs.

What Else?

Valhalla's Earthy smell.

Overflowing toilets.

7' tall Nigerians.

Peeing in drinking fountains.

Compartmentalized stainless steel.... dinner plates.

Spaghetti for everybody.

No toilet seats and cold water.

Crumpled newspapers for toilet paper.

Friendly, Friendly.

A Pink Nightie.

Unpaid phone bill.

No Radio.

Bald tires.

A broken wing tip.......

Back Seat of a Lada........

Fish Dinner.

Passing on the offer of a whore not once but twice....... three times even... one was too fat.

A business card.

Out of Fuel.

An Emergencia.

Good old days................

Chispa's de la Tren........

The Gratitude Of A Seedy Spark.

By The Light Of The Silvery Moon...........

He left about 10:00 P.M, by the light of the Silvery Moon......... the wind was blowing a steady 10-12 m.p.h. out of the East.......  he was steering the little yellow 16' mono hulled sloop rig on a heading of about 220 degrees magnetic..........  if he could maintain this clip.... he would slip by the Iron buoy at the Entrance to the Marina.... between the dangerous cut that had been dynamited through the reef by afternoon  tomorrow ..........  after he cleared customs... on the forbidden Island he could then tie up to the sea wall and plug his fan in and after taking  a tepid shower up at the bath house he could slip over to the Ships chandlery...  and snag a bottle of  the finest 7 year old.........  He took his dismantled bicycle out from the little cabin below...and threw it piece by piece up onto the grass just past the concrete sidewalk along side his slip... he would fool with that later... but for now he was going to nap.... and sip.... perhaps he would meander out past the Marina entrance and make way over towards Sante Fe'  later That was where he met the Hot number in the Neon Green little Hot pants last time.... sadly he had only bought along one condom.. how short sighted of him, as he busied himself with her  he kept one eye  on on his pants crumpled on the floor in the corner of the room.

Yes the silvery moons reflection on  the surface of the Ocean... he could even see the bait fish jumping under the Stars and moon....

It's a risky  weather window planning that crossing... God forbid the winds should increase and switch around and come out of the North... Pure Hell Week then......... He remembers those  good natured Boy's in the Sailing  vessel Boom Boom...  they were Gay.... and they had left out in less then good weather they were gone about 6 hours and came limping back into the Marina.... all beat and sick and green,  Oh Poor poor   Boom Boom!  I suppose it was not really funny... but how could one help but laugh.... why Poor Poor  Boom Boom... was it too rough for you?  In a teasing tone of voice.

Some how it reminded him of that fucking ungrateful Chinese Bitch that had taken a free ride with a fellow in a sailboat even carrying her bike for her as she toured the island writing about it in  her since published book... oh ya her shit did not stink......... from the sounds of it.

It was no doubt unpleasant............ but still to complain about it.... life is a BITCH,  and  So?..............

Eh!.......  he put together his mismatched Huffy beach cruiser bicycle .... and road out the front gate  of the marina and down the road to a street food vendor....  an empenada please....  it came to like .12 cents American... coinciding nicely with the dockage fees of .50 cents per foot... and that came with Marina showers... even though the toilets had no seats....  He thought back to the money grubbing marinas in Key West... Hell he had to stay out on the hook there and they were trying to make  even that illegal........... The Balls of it.........

Splendid place this Cuba he muttered under his breath and lit a fat cigar...... he figured soon enough they will have it all fucked up the ass too........ he would lay money on it....... oh well for the night it was the glistening of the moon reflecting off the beautiful water.. and that smell that distinctive smell... he had only ever smelled it in one place he had ever been before... that sort of an earthy smell mixed with and acrid tinge .... from the oil refineries the left overs ... that belched  from the smoke stacks in the distance.... it was a feeling that made him glow... and feel satisfied.......It was Cuba that brought a tear to his eye.

By the light of the Silvery Moon.

Abandoned Hotel Of Last Resort.

The moon was shining through the window at the now abandoned Hotel the San Andros Inn and Tennis club on San Andros Island in the Bahamas..  an always notorious place, with alluring palm trees and sugar white beaches and the smell of empty Gin bottles left on tables poolside......... laughter rings.

Walking thru the entrance and past the dining area outside and to the left side of the pool was the room.. where the Moon was privy  once or twice to the shining thru on  a group of Pirates of a few decades back... Red the pilot of the blue and white twin engine Piper Apache parked in the grass by the bitumen strip with doors open was very nervous ....  as the moon did its shining  through the window the group of 6 or 7 formed a circle Black and White  and fired up a spliff......

Soon the Bragart twins started in

Two of the Local boys  that were proud of Pirating a Yacht... seemed fucked up to the moon that they were laughing  it seemed an Evil was present in the room.

Abhorring violence

The moon excused himself and departed  after taking a hit and sucking down a frothy beer he  ducked  out  behind some  building clouds  and raced a DC-3 across the tongue of the ocean to New Providence and lost....... ..

 Later  after he dropped off the Land Crabs and returned to San Andros the moon popped a 714 and Jumped into the  old  2 door White Pontiac Catalina that was beat to shit all rusty and drove on a cloud up towards Nichols town... it was no good up there either... a bad moon  he guessed as he turned around and  his angered acquaintance  threw an empty Clear Becks Beer Bottle at his departing car hitting the rear glass.... he was pissed the Moon was not going to stick around and buy drinks for everybody He guessed.... making a clean get away......

Later the Moon heard they were going to Jack him or relieve him of his wallet or worse.... but the moon made good his escape with his sweet  accomplice a Girl from Columbus Georgia What was her name? Rita.
The mutual  Satisfier ........

The moon has so many outlandish story's to  tell...  Guns held to heads.. wheel pants full of mud, The Red Bay Indians..... not even half of them are true or maybe all of them are fodder for grand children.

As the moon  peers....... Shining Thru The dusty Window at the Pictures.  'Abandoned Hotel of last Resort.'

Good Luck From The Moon

Vandyke actually was given the Name of Donald Knowles at birth.. he had a wall eye... as he grew into adult hood he fancied changing his name to Vandyke Stewart... so  he did, I was watching.

He was yet another pirate among'st the many, he was very intelligent so much  so his surrounding humans labeled him as not right... crazy, perhaps mentally ill even.

Vandyke was from the ONE   'special'   MOON among'st the thousands that are around all the other Worlds out there.

He was born prying free...... he could hear Whispers thru the rigging the cry's untold the never to be know by the common man,  he could see the obscured right away... perhaps it was due to his wall eye... I was once at the gas station outside of Nichol's town in San Andros...  shining brightly and full,  I witnessed him read the numbers on the gas pumps dial from around the corner.... I was amazed he could read it...  I asked how he did it? he told me then he could see around corners he was the King of the observers.

He hailed from a distant Star Cluster beyond me.

Speeding decades forward.......... I was watching over  the breakfast table at Co's Co's Kitchen  with the Boat Builder and Scuba Diver.. non other Then Bill Elitz.........  and I quote him........." If I were a young man I would sail around the world in my own boat and collect Sea Shells"   ' I am thinking Bill.' A lovely thought of you and your Skills put to use.

Speeding back to the present to reflect.........

 About Molds and Mold release agents.........  I shot rays and peered down the closed beach  where  at the end there were the Natives  and  I could see how it all comes together over the fire in a cast iron pot with  the strumming of an out of tune  guitar and  the vocalist that sings  off pitch then   the  mixture is  stirred and eaten.

The Crows come, they  were not like you Bill They have criminal minds..... and you  are an Ancient Soul but are aware of no wrong, an honorable man.

Still the birds  waited  until way past dark to FLY AWAY into the pitch black horizon over the rolling black sea, the special blend of the void.

So nice to see you enjoying each others company......

BE NICE.

Oh!       and  Good Luck from the Moon according to .

                                                                    Vandyke.