A Jingle in my Head

'When you are made of  Crystal you no like Ice'

A gun on safety..... it's in the Cubby. (mountain talk)

A mono recording device that straps to your hip for capturing ideas.

Steady as rain..rare as for here.

Tall and beautiful there we were I worked my way up into your heart... you writhed...

I filled with you... together.

There was a certain anger up in those  hills......

Nobody's savior was in.

State of mind read the script of pretend to be.

The larger then our own existence ...

A friend of your Daddys... let the secret escape....

No big deal deal really... It is basic....  to what you mostly already knew ... anyhows.......

No great Shock..........

Still it was interesting to hear.......

Like a fascination  of a former glory......... you can be proud....  as you are.

Can I help on most things that are contingent upon you?

Your reaction Your behaviour... not mine.

A Jingle in my Head...

'When you are made of crystal you no like ice.'

Spark of Life

Laughing yet?

Pigs are living ... and they don't get it.

Others influence over  'WE' the  'US'....

Our 'OWN'  Way composes  the  'EACH'

Who the Orchestra Conductor?

Spark of Life.......

A pig stuck in the bottom of a pool in the muck that can't breath........

Lovely Dreams........

Laughing 'YET'  ?

Sure to take your medicine : now.......

What Fun!

Annoy me cried out the Heavens......... The gavel fell.... above your screaming CONTEMPT ....


My writing tablets have gone up from  $1.00 to $1.50......... damn straight I am perturbed.

His earthly possessions we did hope to touch.........  you know like Hemmingway's  typewriter  maybe the one in Havana?

Sure to take your medicine:  now.......

Ditching alone.... Bring Survival kit for your own comfort.

Your Tattooed fingers......... PROFESS The long known.

Vaguery .

The Flutter of a lifetime.

The Joy at hand.

I don't blame anyone for seeking alienation   ........  Some Rancho Solace up on a high desert Plateau ...

Into Sadness we fly.

"Starry Starry Night"

Once again a case of see how it works presents itself.........

The worst at it!

Concern for whereabouts that are none of your business.

A pen with a light.

Notearity and Value.

Is a Son responsible for a Father's actions?

Ye Dabbling Geneticists .....

'War crimes....... professing to be acting under orders as if that were a justification for a massacre of civilians?'

Funny to see what things are happening to you now.  NO?

What Fun....

Sure to take  you medicine.

Arriving to The Islands We Became

Savor the memories of your life.........

Existentialism...........

account   Full...........

The distance stands all powerful .......... Waving her arms....

Thoughts of the Smug..........

The Islands We Became...........

Lateral.........

Travel Stops..........

Apply Full Brakes..............

full Astern .........

Arriving to The Islands We Became

The displacement wave washes over..........

The Gone and missing.........

The full votes of confidence.........

Fancy The Chance

Fancy meeting YOU........

Remember the special few moments.......

Under night skies ......

Reminds me.......

Preconceived notion and expectation.....

The Stars don't look in order are they?

Once there was a man.....

'Uses any kind of music to drive modernality '

Buying Chances....

Walking Alone....

Immediately thinking the worse...

Pre conceive notions...

Fact......

Truth is....

Old Witches and Soothe Sayers  dispersing  Guilt.

Old Witches and Soothe Sayers dispersing Guilt...........

Fact.

Truth is...........

Pre conceive Notions.......

Immediately thinking the worse....

Buying chances walking alone......

'Uses and kind of music to to drive modernality'

Once there was a man.......

The Stars don't look in order are they?

Pre conceive Notion and expectation........

Special few moments under night skies reminds me...

Fancy meeting YOU........

Have More

The purpose of take:

Else no get:

The new rendition of   'on our way to granny's house'

Go outside look up...

and tell me of benevolence ..............

So and So does not seem to be behaving as 'WE' See Fit again.

Whatever shall 'WE'  Do?

Dandon the Barrel Chested Puffin......

He waddled out onto the TED Talks Stage

Speaking out of the corner of his mouth........ like the JOKER

All the other Puffins out in the audience listened attentively .

He Began........

Allow me to introduce myself as something I am not.

OHHHHHHHHH  how the Crowd  Swooned...........

Why he was the richest Puffin in all the land........

and they adored him so for it.

Why he was selling MYTH..............

for $35.00 a unit....... that in a few short years would have some value of fiction of $10,000.....

Modern Snake Oil.........

Is there Gold in Fort Knox? or just Greed in high risk VENTURE?

The crowd never even wonders........... as they reach into their purses before it is to late.... long before the bottom falls out....... of their  bags...

You have got to hand it to the  Barrel Chested Puffins of the World that can speak out of the corners of their mouths...  and be convincing......

I mean who wants an honest SAP......?

Of course nothing illegal I am sure......... of that.......... technically .......... they are 'just'  in cahoots and compliance with existing 'fiduciary'  law that is all.

Turn $35.00 into $10,000 in two years.........  and you will be admired too....

You never know who you might meet.

Even Somebody that  looses in the latter part,  but we don't want to speak of that as it is an embarrassment , and our pride may suffer.

Chance drew the short straw

Cognizance

Drink more Florida Keys Tap Water.........

Show you what nasty is........

Hands off self centering apparatus ........

Broken English..........

A  tired voice........

Diversion......

No follow up........

Mini Titanic

Swamped....

Rough Seas.....

High Winds........

Millers.........

Part of the deal..........

Translations of dangerous situations.........

Not enough life Jackets.......

An overloaded pontoon boat...

Looking for the one you love Spilled out into the Ocean.

Chance drew the short straw......

THE BOTCH JOB

The house was situated near Alajuela..... sewer flowing into the nearby streets...  Costa Rica...

The deck sat high above the ground... and a view was commanded  of a Sketchy looking  neighborhood sprawled  out below........

He opened the cupboard door in the Bathroom and it was bottle after bottle of KETAMINE....



What the FUCK he thought to himself  .... about the  Dissociative  ..... K hole my Ass...... Good Lord... !   Who lives here?

Kelly complained why  was it the German guy she had fucked  had to be so rough ?  and even left her with a bruise or two...

I had no clue what to tell her.... I guess he was not so nice?

Tom and Cathy had come and gone by then... and  Tom told me later one of their bags had been Stolen right there in broad daylight at the Airport... while they were waiting for a Cab, big surprise there...

That Chubby not half bad  fuckable looking girl that was going on the night before... about how my phone looked expensive from a distance... but up close it was just a piece of SHIT..... (sorry)  and your a  little fat by the way....  she was on about never having to Pee... when you travel in a car..  because if you are in an accident one of the leading causes of death is an Exploding Bladder...  I guess her MOM had told her that...............

Do you realize how close we all came to being arrested that night.?.. especially when the driver was high on that shit in the closet... and hit the back of the police car... are you kidding me? Did you see their faces.... ?    I did.

How did they ever let us go?   and how I wound  up driving  later after  that city bus   clipped us ...  dragging  the front end of that  old blue Cadillac plumb around...  Screeching.......why we could of all been killed and then the bus just drove off anyway..... without a thought....

and there you were in the back seat..  you looked like you were being disciplined..... what a look.... I could not fathom it at the time ... but remember it...... now..... like Daddy had Scolded you... or something.....

So you came back last night  knocking at my door... good to see you ... and you were disgruntled that I held no Sexual fascination for you... as a goddess... I am sorry I guess..... maybe I should not of invited you up for a drink that night... to the top of the whore house downtown.....

Your were fascinated as I recall..... at the whole scenario....  and I suggested you not make eye contact with anyone...  unless you wanted to fly....

Do you remember  you had lost your bag of weed... and I hopped in the car with you for a free ride.... I could not find my bicycle.....  and you were looking for your lost weed... I was getting used to the idea of every time I rode it then parked it I knew I would have to hunt it up again....  consoling myself with... it had to be somewhere... and sooner or later I would and did always find it....

Remember the MOTTO.........'Everything is Never Perfect'?

OH God... then you had that ....  Extasy... you know MDMA.... and how it all got clear...  about window panes opening and showing their larger selves ... sliding in and out of envelopes... in your mind... like some transparent  film negatives.... shouting.... SEE THERE.... how simple it is....... you can do it too......  I never tried it.... but the dream was interesting.... remember I did not drink or smoke or do anything.... WELL........ for sake of the Story.... I rarely did anything at all.....LOL... but not always sometimes my front teeth went numb...  I am not goody two shoes you know?

Then I got all excited about filling out the Coffee Survey for those important People...  why they would hire me in a second .... once they read what I said about their  Coffee......

Feeling just SURE of it... Convinced...... I wanted to do it.

'KNOCK 'The Ball' OUT OF THE PARK' BABY!

Then everyone would be so proud.

He is my DAD you know?

So anyway you scared the shit out of me almost going up that hill in that little car... with those  potentially deadly drop offs.... on my side and the mist..... No Thank you ....... again....

Kelly X Explains:

Offering Clarity ...

What was the deal with those little piglets... and the barbed wire anyway... I asked the host at the cook out what the Pigs name was we were eating?...  at first he said the pig had no name...

Later in the evening  ALL in attendance  (with oily lips)  he came up to me and said the Pigs name was FREDDY after having eaten.

Then you were always on about wanting to go off in a boat... That one guy was a real beauty you ran into in Marathon.....

Sorry it was  not nicer for  you...  but you were just so overbearing..... overwhelming

I seemed lost at a big function....

On not loving  right....  you deserved better then to be bruised....  like a piece of fruit.

Did you Slip me some? Like a Roofie....   you Naughty Girl...

The Botch Job.

Jacking Off Behind A Giant Red Wood Tree

What  do 'YOU' Want?

Realizing the significance of THAT.....

The Impact..........

The Red Woods Tour.....

Jacking off behind a giant red wood tree......

I was impacted by the Story told.... behind  the  Song   'Two Tickets To Paradise'  Sung  by Eddie 'MONEY' A nice hit for him... taking the rest of us on our little Head Journeys...

How it was about his girlfriend.... and his wanting to get two Greyhound Bus Tickets and take her up to see the magnificent Giant Sequoia Trees.... in the Red Wood Forrest.....   and how he remarked...

'They Never Went'

God........ that is Precious....... NO?

Doses of Reality.......

Imperfections.....

You know what?


This made me think....

What do you Want?

At Times

1. Accused

2.Tried

3.Convicted

4. Sentenced

In one Breath.......

With NO Hearing.........

Fellow Mans Chances.........

At Times........

Mother Earth is Perturbed

Wondering aloud:

Belief systems vs Truth:

I am inclined to maybe believe this:

As a Believer for sake of this story.........

If Mother Earth Say... has a consciousness  she is not going to allow us to continually shit on her as we seem to  take pleasure in doing... the sum of us......... Not the all of us .......... but the most of us.. maybe

Perhaps an Upheaval ... a revolt...  a regurgitation a case of her projectile vomiting all over your clean white starched shirt ?

A last laugh.... on YOU....  so to speak...the very inhabitants...  that saw fit to misuse......... her

I mean as long as we are painting Beliefs for one another..............   buying and selling  our ways into each others  bill's  of goods.... etc....

I take a distinct pleasure in at least thinking so.... even if it weren't true.... or correct... Oh  LOOK! here comes a big storm to Rectify........... shall we issue her a citation and a fine? for dirtying up things?

She will rare up and Slap you down Boy........ in a heartbeat....

I was watching the news last evening and the case of a woman incarcerated in Colorado... forced to give birth in a Cell.... with no help as she was calling......  those sort of things irk me to the point of say someone deserving   a round between their  cold eyes.......  ( as a figure of speech of course) what if she were your daughter?  Then   INHUMANE...... isn't it?

The problem with certain ways of thinking... is the dangers.... of... them.......

Keep Pushing.... and see...... what she  Mother gives you....... back boy. A two dollar bill in a an envelope at best......

I for one hope to be applauding........ in the group of those those  that at least held ...with the good intent  even if found powerless....

Mother Earth is Perturbed........

CORNUCOPIA

CORNUCOPIA :  As promised........

Without a signal these days ... where are we?

The 'good reason'

I don't want to start or stop anything.........

I could write this a number of ways.....

I will just stick with  in reverse....... with no credentials...  screaming down the freeway... looking over my shoulder.... trying not to strain my neck.....

What is in a last name?

The Wonders of ART... POWERS......

Like Dali's Melting Clocks......

Like Honey Bee's to flowers:  our emotional staples.

Procreation.

What if you were once friends with the greatest being  on earth.... and nobody knew that ... even yourself or them?

Searching for Continuity  in a County that dishonors it's Hero's.......

I saw it.....

There is a  special place for you on the broad Savannah.......

"I saw your face as you were leaving"

The 'Thunderment' of  your  new book....

'Not a part of the pick.... Jeannie'

Never ever let......

Shoveling bullshit and believing it......... cross paths...

Your stubborn Knack....

and now for that song......

" I saw your face as you were leaving... So the Story Goes...."

Think  of what you will.

CORNUCOPIA.......

The Excerpt from the book of crappy jobs

Pressure relief valves:
How long can it go on until the wrong thing is said to the boss or the co-worker and it goes off making a big MESS? Down the wall and onto the floor and across........ and down the floor drain.....

YOU Stupid PRICK YOU  Stupid CUNT!...........

                                                                                                                         Dr. Giggles.

A Tired groan is  then heard..... from his younger self..... rolling out of the  BED............

The Old man laughed......


Of course he was out drinking.......... where else would he be at 10   O'Clock in the morning...?

You fool......

Here name was Gloria... you know like in the song.... G-L-O-R-I-A...........Glorrrrrrrrrrria.........

Why oh why did she think he would not remember...?  he wiped his sleepy eyes....

Oh... he should of thought........... but he didn't ........ and he hadn't

It was good to be alone again......... So fucking good to be alone again.....

Especially after that interview for the low paying  job at the Mortuary.... being shown the undertakers duty's..  as a potential assistant ....he really did not fancy it at all....  that was something you would really have to get used to... he guessed.. if one  ever really does.......... would or did......

Good lord..... what a seedy operation.... that was......  too...... Poor Mr Jones...... laying so quietly and still on the gurney there ..... waiting his turn...over in the corner... and all that  washing dressing up of and putting makeup on corpses ......  NO Thank you really ....... Just the same  Oh! and

It was extra  dollars for a Eulogy ..... he shook his head......... Really?  Was his life that boring? As to  have to pay for a Eulogy.........?

Fucking Marvelous then............

To hear the sound of  that   white porcelain  coffee cup  and saucer with  intermittent   green striping of varying widths  made .... as they slid across the table in the diner..... towards him...

Blessed RELIEF......... bring it on...... Fresh Blessed Relief..........

He thought of that pressure  relief valve  again on top of a water heater  after a sip and  then wondered to himself...

Was it starting to Hiss?

How long can it go on before the wrong thing  is said again  and it goes off?..... making a big mess.... running down the wall and  towards the drain and down....

The Excerpt from the book of Crappy jobs.......

I'm pretty sure you know what I mean

Good LORD!   there she was...........

She had sort of unusual teeth... that sloped a bit inward...

The shape of her mouth was bit peculiar....

and when she spoke some spit flew out.........

I grew immediately aroused.....

We were just passing in a public place... and I had to stop and ask her if she felt that way too.....?

It was all Hurry and Scurry .... about......  a train station, a bus station, an airport perhaps.........

I said should we at least exchange phone numbers or e-mail addresses?

Ya she was game...  I guess she was all hot and bothered too....

Of course par usual I could not find a pen anywhere....... nor paper.....

She handed me some goofy colored ink pen...  and a torn off slip of lined notebook paper  just then  it started to rain....

For the life of me I could not spell.... out my e mail address so it was legible   americanworkmule@gmail.com  it was frustrating....... and what I did manage to get down of it... started to run and smear........ beneath the drops of water.......

Such a shame.... to miss your potential Soul Mate... or at least a hot Fuck Buddy... like that.

I'm pretty sure you know what I mean.

CHARLIE

How many Charlies have you known in your life... that meant something to you?

It was a crowed place and there you were... playing that strange to me instrument........
There you were laying in a Hammock... you had to lay in it to Play.... and No Fret board.... how did you stretch the stings?    Wood tones...  the highly polished  rounded look of a Sitar or Balalaika... and that Hammock with you in it .... for the lazy player.... enjoying every second.......

It was a crowed place....  I heard the music first... and wondered... what the fuck was that sound?

It was you Charlie....  playing   unbeknownst   to me...... you remembered me.. you were happy....

You said i'll be right back and went to take a Shit..........

You left your prized instrument with me..............to watch over...

I had no idea what to do with it........

I was waiting and waiting for you to come back.... and teach me.

There was a young woman with her boyfriend seated on the bleacher up behind my back.. she made a remark directed towards me...  I forget what it was .. but it was disparaging ......  I ignored it and frankly did not even know it was directed at me until I  went to leave and heard her boyfriends voice Say  'HEY... don't you walk away from her..... she is talking to you'.... I kept going... no offense...  He was angry... and I did not want to nor did I participate.....

It was like Barking dogs.......  Like the gang I ran into at the rest area up on the Interstate in some fuck where Kansas.. ..  my KIN ...... the Ruffians... with their blue eyes.... getting right up in my personal space and saying hey man how you doing? as people walked into the foyer.... near the bathrooms at just the right time I suspect... perhaps intervening ... what I feared may have been a gut punch to an old man and maybe a robbery... or maybe I am just paranoid....? Non the less.....

Thanks for the Lessons you gave to me Charlie.... when you finally came back... that damn thing was not so easy to play.... but you played it quite well....  even though I did not really care for the sound it made ... myself.

Others I am sure it may  have pleased......

Marking our Minds..........  Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark............
with indelible ink.............

Tic Tac Toe  Charts.........

Everything you have contact with.......

What interests us as Children........... ?
and seems a long time ago........?

           CHARLIE

Sea shells in the desert

 Good Morning from up this side of the Ocean in North Dakota.....Shall I believe?

In Sea Shells in the Desert?

My Eyes help me to understand  your wonderful intention... I am sure.

I find willingness to accept  anything blindly befuddling ,  I trust you will understand.....

Not to attack you  but simply point out why our willingness to blindly accept anything?

I suspect sometimes the victim needs to find their own set of rules.........

Some of us like actually holding the ...........

Sea shells in the desert..............

                                                             Sincerely,
                                                                                      States of Mind.
     

Blue greens your color?

Cryptic islands somewhere off Greece...

Set in the azure waters...

Of blue green dress ..sets off your eyes...

The Balmy sweat saturated...

Rolling in.

A century's release... In the spray. .

In the mist...

From a long time ago there.

Cryptic: The slight risk of dubious origins

'The Birds are drawn into the hot air coming out of my mouth:

Hi to everyone I don't know that lives up in Coconut Grove:

Neighboring Vermont.

The slight risk of dubious origins:

Tag me...Your it:

Tag me your it... Cryptic.

The once Planted Seed

We can think about many things..............

What shall it be?............

How about it is dark out and I can't see?........ fumbling along...

Hitting all the wrong keys...........

or,,,,,

I am struggling here........

Not for long the  any of us really..........

The old man was foraging along the shore yesterday........

I asked him what he found.........

'Inspiration along the side of the road'  he said ........

Why an old bronze Bowsprit ........ attached to a rotting piece of wood.......

and there a ships mahogany plank.......

A Whisky Bottle...  who's  lips once pursed?

The Non of us here for long really..........

The noticing of the little  things.........

maybe not so small.......

The non of us really........

Affected......


by the good report........

Praise be to the Conventional Wisdom  of things.........

The once planted seed.

A pained look of Joy and circumstance

So happy to see you I am crying a pained look of joy.......

Whilst... lurking at the Miami Bus Station... 

Half of a family or percentage of one showed up  at the station to meet up with several others of their clan... due in on a bus..........

The entire family was of the Brown skinned nature... wearing cowboy boots and blue jeans... that said things about Texas.. When the bus arrived    they met and  all embraced one another...  and I watched as tears formed in all of their eyes mutually ..

They were quiet tears of the Silent variety........ I guess what got me the most was the look... of not quite that of anguish with a mix  of joy and relief........... and along with the I never thought I would see you again..... Look...

A pure simple moment... the tears of a reunion...

A pained look of Joy and circumstance

I had to laugh it struck me Funny

I was sitting in the Hotel  Lobby.......... a few days ago.......

A Jewish man came in with his family ... wearing a black suite and a hat........ it looked Hot....

I knew he was Jewish... because his son had on one of those Beanies....    it's called a Yamika.... I think....

The hotel clerk was pointing out to the gentleman... the niceties  the  virtues of the Pool.. just outside of the doors.... the Sun was pouring down....  I guess he was thinking it would be nice for the man  to take a swim...

The Jewish man said... "Wonderful... I will go lay out in the Sun in my  Suite"

The more I thought about it  the funnier it got........

So I had to  laugh and laugh some more........ it struck me Funny....

Several days later I am still laughing...

Indifference neither

Indifference neither....

A burden or a help?
Pay attention to yourselves.

Care and feeding of heart and Soul.

Strike a major Chord...

A burden or a help.

Indifference neither.

The $5.00 Shower

God! I should of taken pictures.........
Driving down the lone stretch .............

There she was.......  a mannequin standing alongside the road........ not at all  unattractive ..... wearing a head band and sunglasses....
She had a sign around her neck and the placard  read....... HOT  Showers........ $ 5.00.....

I slammed on the brakes and went careening sideways......... a dust cloud billowed up... How could I even think of refusing her?  For it had been days.........

I wandered up to the old Motor home sitting on blocks just behind her ..... and peered into the darkness...   'Hello' I announced...  'Come on in' I heard a voice... as an aged yellow lab came towards the front of the motor home and he and I were at the same eye level......  gosh I hope he does not bite... raced across my mind... thinking of a facial wound....

Making the step upwards and into the once rolling abode.. was a fellow seated wearing  a  Camo... field jacket  he was fully bearded.......... and reminded me of my old friend Tom in Costa Rica... who is now deceased....

How is it going today?  he asked...  I retorted..... I saw your sign for Hot Showers....  I could probably use one... I mentioned........

Where are they I asked?... looking towards the darkened rear of the Motor Home... hoping that was not going to be the case... back in there................. he said... and pointed to a sign just visible through the crazed and dirty side window.... over there... just outside........ the sign beckoned ......  'Showers and an arrow in Blue Lettering...

He said.... gimmie $5.00................. I wondered what brand he drank?   fair enough...... I reached in my Wallet and pulled out and handed him a fin....    Much appreciate........ he remarked........ same here I am sure....

Off to the Showers..... I hear a woman Screech... nearby seated in a collapsible chair by a fire ring.. the whole place smelled of smoked Mullet...   the nearest being 2 thousand miles away I am certain......

'Did he give you the Key....?'  She bellowed.....  No .........No key.............'Do I need one?... enter the 3rd player.........an aging gentleman with a weathered face and  green eyes   wearing a cowboy hat came toting 3 sets of Keys.....

and escorted me to the showers... with three doors standing wide open.... and he handed me a key.... I looked at him and said   'What For?'

He half disgruntled assured me ... I needed the key ...... so he would know how many people were using the showers.......... OK............ Whatever....... I took the Key......

Now the Shower:

There was just enough room to shut the door.... I hung  my well used green never to be replaced  travel pack on a hook... struggle to get my clothes off and step onto the wet floor from previous user....  EWE,  thoughts of athletes foot   conjure.............  I pulled the curtain back... and... low and behold.... an already been used lady's pink  razor and  a mini bar of soap.. with wrapper lay... in the soap dish... with a nice glob of black hair off to the side of the Entree' .........  I wonder if she was pretty?..... she must of shaved her legs I surmised..... Was that some beaver hair I saw  there?

it was hard to move in there.....The  bull in the China closet syndrome you know .... brushing the narrows with the  slick walls....

one thing for sure... you better add some cold to it  because ..... it was hot enough to Scald the hide on a Pig in that dandy little shower....

The $5.00 Shower.......... I put my dirty clothes back on.... sans socks and underwear...  and went and rented a motel room....   a treat for the nearing end of my little  excursion.........

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                                                     Thank You.

                                                   John C. Chance.