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:
Monday, October 10, 2016
Sunday, October 2, 2016
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.
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.
Friday, August 26, 2016
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
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.'
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.'
Monday, April 18, 2016
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.
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.
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