[LO;}ng Ago and Far Away (Vignette) (Sequential fiction—Stateside Vietnam Era a/k/a Resilient Nam Era Hippies a/k/a Leftover Nam Era Hippies—best read with thumb out and little finger out—surf’s up somewhere)}
Eden in the summer of 1967 may have been the center of the universe. You cannot disprove that and neither can I. The GOTUS had declared that the boys of America were old enough to kill but “not for voting”.
Karpinsky and Dog stood catty-corner aside the intersection from the taking of the Purple House. Traffic was inordinately puzzled: a crescent shape of orange barrels and mesh construction barriers bowed from the corner, the traffic lights blinked amber, the alternated stop and go strings of cars crossing or turning the corners and wrecker crew vehicles exiting and retrying to park with most of the drivers rubbernecking at the demolition. Opposite corners…Continue
The problem is keeping your head above water for another four years... R&R ;-)
NOVEMBER 12, 2012 07:33 PM
Perhaps the rhyme ship sank
A rehearsal or reversal, blank
A word river sliver, nary contrary, non-iamb
A wordy shore&lore, tales&whales, dang logjam
Batten your trusses, yield your cusses,
Await, however late, soulful iambuses
NOVEMBER 13, 2012 01:34 PM
over here in the Minnesota House 60A, my…
JULY 11, 2009 6:23AM
Road Trip to Thunder Bay, Postponed
They weren't even careful pulling the piano through the front door toward the driveway. Though shrink wrapped and heavy side down on it's side, there is an indelicacy viewing the transitional taking away of something you don't want taken away.
I heard an F key as they tipped it on its side.
I wore a…Continue
JULY 7, 2009 8:20 AM
We'd won big, bigger than we'd dreamed.
We left the campus, scaring the goats with one last obnoxious horn blast louder than all the road raging warriors dancing on exclamation points.
It-it'd not matter that we'd be tawdry, gypsyish, sunburned darker than planeloads up from Aruba, this was the endless summer: unplugged. Onpast the amusement parks, the bookstores sold out of Rolling Stone, the man on every other corner…Continue
Better minds than mine drew highways, painted lines, hammered bridges.
Perpetuity ends at your banks, O River, 0 mine River. You Great River.
Cattails, water grass, marsh, *lily*pads*wetland*life, guard your depths.
You accepted my faded boat: sun baked fiberglass, chrome cleats. I
poled mud /oar, bothered blue heron, your current remains dark. A
west wind challenges the bow. Paddled-poled, deeper; and press motor.
Stagnant smoke sacrilegiously…Continue
UGUST 1, 2009 5:19PM
De-bubbled Leinenkugel's Honey Weiss, Raspberries
It's said that there is New York City, the Windy City, Kansas City, and the City.
I salute you with love.
N says I can only write more today if I question lust being a sin. I saw a flying saucer again last night and whispered to N that I hope ya'll be home soon. I don't know if she heard me. Her eyes seemed to express rem sleep, so I left the room, sneaked two joints…Continue
Circa line eleven (11) yours 10:37 AM should read '& the newspaper with a silver Red Bull' [sic] indicates your narcissism who the capF ever hurd of confusing 'I' with 'And' in a declarative narrative.
1) S.L.O.W. D-O-W-N
2) trim your nails this year?!
Go to the desktop.
Good gawd you could see her…Continue
Fogged everything as the wet coyote sniffed toward the calico kitten strained-- a jackal on its leash strung from a Maypole worth of ribbons.
BAT SHUCKS CRAZY I yelled tasting the dank fog.
Later while still dark, he discarded his narrative critique of the Wrestler -- the angled 'snapshot standing on the ropes'. Inner-framed cynically, the 'voice over' soundtrack: Dionne Warwick…Continue
Hart will have maintained this blog for One-hundred-sixty-nine million, nine-hundred-forty-eight thousand, six-hundred seconds through 31 May 2014. Times two (roughly) deep in the Twenty-Fifteen.
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A carpenter's level designs a calm…Continue
Cool Before it Was Green
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God’s eyelid of darkness blinked, cooled and opened over rumbled silver cirrusclouds. Lightening reversed, oxygen bounced and sucked skyward, molten charred decay vanished. Wild horses galloped toward the circumhorizon arc, off the ground they seemed to fly --- toward another circumzenitral arc.
J’s TAG Heuer said 3:04 under three or four…Continue
this short story was originally posted on Open Salon
September, 2009. It contains a boat.
Mofick tacked me, honor, he did tack me.
Gavel sounded hastily.
They struck me from behind I'd figured.
Dust heap. Dried blood out my nostril. Hold it.…Continue
[3 FEB 2014 (two of two)
GMGM February 10 '14
Mar 19, 2015, 5:03 AM]
Pennie and Galahad have primed everything up pretty damn good throughout Gloria's Morning Glory Manor, Om considers.
Galahad is fetchin' up quite a so-labeled peppercorn range turkey- broasted deep fry for the party.
Lemon meringue and key lime pie.
In The Art of the Deal, Trump counsels executives, CEOs, and other deal makers to “think big,” “use your leverage,” and always “fight back.” When you go into a negotiation, you must begin from a…Continue
Old Farm Road
'If God is Your Co-Pilot, Change Seats' the roadside church sign
white/black welcomed passerbys, you kept your sunglasses on the
map on your knee, I dwelled on opacity and distractedly thought
how you wouldn't buy me that 'Kid Rock' Sinatra-ish maderas
accented Glen Plaid fedora, substituting the long roll of Sweet Tarts as
penance for my hurt look when you demonstrated the pewter necklace
pendulum penis, operated by pulling a…Continue
get a kick out of you
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and each 1 minute becomes 100 years, as I have entered your room walking 12 feet one way and 10 feet the other over your cot around the dresser crawling over the locked roll top desk scattered with boxes of fine paper and 0ld codes and bird skulls and a miniature glass circus I pace wildly walking corner to corner again along the wall toward the other corner I turn my hands on each corner wall and then run very fast to the other corner down the…
He walked into a roil of pavement heat as the telephone in his cargo shorts sang Can-Can just as he down-stepped to the tar-laced tarmac from the coldly air conditioned confines of Emperor Gasoline, wondering how he'd describe his blinded sensation of the quaffed 100 degree heat wall while the traffic creaked and groaned simultaneously in air pungent as white oily stagnation that wafted within sharp clear green glints off windshields, mirrors and rust-pitted…Continue
He would stand and pedal and ride with Andrea ---the water from her yellow bikini bottom saturated the wide vinyl Schwinn seat, her padded top pressing his shoulder blades like mysterious succulent secret mounds of wonder, her innocent nipples maybe as pinkish/red rounded as large as lava-colored watches' little faces --- they would race on only after drinking the cream soda sharing the bottle mouth to mouth, hers coquettish and full allowing red evidence real cute on the glass bottle…Continue
I had planned to relax.
I've lived a joyous life for approximately 10,000 years without you.
Like the remarkable Louis-Ferdinand Celine, get me the N.Y. Times, and a warm roll with butter in the morning.
First of all, my wrists are bad ... I am restless, incorrigible,
malcontent ... I am out of Baileys n' Cream... I have more than
several deeply respectful homages that I ought to unburden…Continue
Up on over the path's hill standing and riding along the cliff's side, the thick limbs of ash trees and beech drawn sideways for dark trail shade grown huge from the earth below and higher finally than the hawk who lived nearby powerfully gliding its shadow crossing the boy's route, the bicycle's speed wonderful yet perilously close to the graveled edge --- you had to lean into it and squint into the wind going down as it was too steep for nothing but out--of-gear coasting --- and leaning…Continue