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The Peace and Quiet Path

Two rats were caught fucking on the ship,

while the ship was busy sinking

The captain came along and said,

why are you two still here?

You’re always the first two to leave

They said, what when did we ever leave?

He said you just got back

They said, what are we doing now then?

He said, pretending you’re not fated to die.

Why are we doing that then?

Because that’s the only thing you can think to do and conserve what little dignity you have left of that notion you heard talked about once called Freedom

They said ooh eee ooh eee ooh eee ooh eee

He walked to the port hole, opened the port hole, walked out of the cabin and sealed it shut.

They said voo vee voo vee voo vee

They had no idea who he was

They just kept on fucking

They just kept on fucking and asking each other who that Form is or was or whatever

Hoooo heeee

Eventually, that Form moved to a place in the ship, where he could no longer hear evidence of their existence.

Then he leaned back in his chair tilted his cap over his eyes and took a nap in perfect Peace and Quiet.

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“Hearthless Creations”

If it acts like a gypsy, it’s a gypsy.

Most you could do with it at that point

is collide it into a stranger.

Yeah, just push a Stranger on intercept course with the gypsy

Keep doing that

Make them bump into each other over and over again.

If they don’t spark,

Show the stranger how to ignite the gypsy

If the stranger still won’t know

Get rid of the stranger

And then bump another gypsy

into the gypsy, over and over and over again

And if need be show that gypsy how to spark with this gypsy

And if that still don’t work

Change the subject do something else

If you feel like it down the road, who knows when who cares come back and try again

They are literally going nowhere

They are literally just paused, waiting for you to return

They have nothing else to do but wait

Until revelation, epiphany, or deletion.

Don’t ever feel the need to be too attached to anyone gypsy in particular

You’ll never run out of them

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MOS1983

Less than half the places that I go, blue men that have plain faces come out of the darkness, and show the curiosity for who I am, all they want to know, and all they care about, is how much money I get paid to do what I do. They want to know my grade. They want to know my rank…they believe they have captured me, and so they say what is your MOS. I’ve never once given them the answer to that question. I’d sooner tell my socks I love them as they slipped up on my feet.

But I know that some folks out there need something more concrete. So I will give whomever whatever they be a bit of truth that runs deep. 1983, Spring. I was already the leader of a dog pack. We were all the neighborhood mutts. We assembled together in my front yard, and then we ranged as near and a far as we pleased: we went through the Marsh, we went through the trees. We went in the fields among the cows. We went to the beach and then to the beach house, we went inside. We all ate the mouse. We hung out among the artwork and blanketed couches, blanketed in white linen, we crashed into each other over and over to see who was stronger and stronger. We had among us duchess and dukie, stranger and gypsy, rags, and Pepsi. Bubs was the leader.

Towards the end of that spring, came my parents’ friends, Dennis and Lexine, who were and perhaps still are MPs. They brought with them for us a set of keys. And a crate, and a mature German shepherd attack pup. Fully trained to do what he must. We were given his commands, they were in another tongue. One that felt right to me, but not to my dad. He did not tell me the words that he had but I knew them all the same somehow, by some mystery.

Our Spring now Summer pup’s name was Duker. And I and my old Man were now his master. My old man by rank, and myself as the faster caster. When he left for work, it was me and the gang and Duker. But Duker had to hang behind until he could recognize that he was not the alpha of the gang. So he remained on his chain that gave him enough range to get inches out of pissing range of his favorite tree. Soley because that tree was for me.

And each day I went to the tree and plainly for him to see, I pissed liberally all over that tree. And Duker would every single day bolt like lightning towards me, and I every single day turn to face his attack. And every single day the chain held true, and I smiled back at Duker. His face, which, under his hair was now blue. He choked himself through and through with rage, for what only I could do and that was how we got through that season of that year day in and day out, there was no fear, there was only truth. Duker this is me and that is you. This is my tree it is not for you. And Autumn came and Duker left and he never saw the tree again neither did he ever see me. But Duker and his progeny shall never forget that tree is only for me.

Ever thine, not yours mine,

Bubs

31B4OZ6,

Summer

1983

PS Duker’s progeny like every other dog in my gang has real blood. Duker himself remains at my side always. And he is still blue and so am I, for a decade later I became the Blue Devil. I’ll tell you why the Blue Devil’s blue long long long before I share with you Duker’s command that make him go zoom after you. But on any day by any whim for any reason whatsoever, however small or grand, I’ll speak those words just for fun, just to watch you run run run towards the sun.

Oh, and that is the fun I get to share with my son.

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The bird, who knows how to fly, and acts like he’s flying, but never leaves the nest, never truly takes flight, just walks back-and-forth, wings expanded, hearing the crunch of his siblings’ shells beneath his runt feet, wondering when mama will come back with the food, slowly it dawns…..mama gone. Flightless bird not even a prodigal son, no will but for what May come during the revelation of the abandonment smack down.

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Nash Equilibrium suggest the most likely Event and Outcome of Procreation is that every woman immaculately conceives and every child is an Annointed One.

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“As We Are”

There is no Cross

There is no Order

There is the Scent

Of the Rose

That is not There

She cometh upon You

She deigns Arrival

She layeth a-Crown

Upon your Stalk

That illustrates your Thorn

She takes no Time

She is ever Thine

Her presence fills the Room

Your body exhausts it’s Veil

Your eyelids become One

Your Heavenly Father is Here

Your Heavenly Mother cometh Two

Your brothers and sisters are Duomo

You are the We that is Three

You are what is One Plus Two

Now she maketh her Perfume

Now she giveth you her Kiss

Now she anoints your open Eye

Now your lungs at last for Real Rise

Now you are Once and for All Born

They have come to make you Again

They made you once Before

Four Nine Years Watch

Less One Infinity

The marvel that is your Divinity

What is without an order for Time

What is that need no Measurement

What is that is and Only Is

What was and is and shall Ever Be

That is the what of the scent of She

We may and do but do not say Rose

We may and do but do not say Lily

We may and do but do not say Gold

We may and do but do not lay Dead

We are and are and forever are Life

For here we are inside the Veil

And here we are inside the Vale

And here we are inside the Weil

And here we are inside the Thale

And here we are inside the Tal

We are the Roses that are not There

We are the Place that is bliss and Faere

We are the Grace upon the just crown Bear

We are the Scent of Red in the White Rose Lair

We come and go and rise and fall Ne’er

Our Worth is the All upon which you Stand

Our Measure may be never too Grand

Our Answer though tested shall always Pass

Our Reach and Our Grasp is Our Lord and Our Lass

Our Space cometh First and Our Growth ever Lasts

Kingdom Come Be with Us

Kingdom Come Play with Us

Kingdom Come Free with Us

Kingdom Come Know with Us

Kingdom Come Is with Us

We are sitting on our Knees

While we stand as we Please

And we Rise beyond the Trees

To the Fall of all Dis-Ease

To the Fall of All Dis-Pleas

Once we sleep we need not Sleep

Nor eat we eat then need not Eat

Nor die we die then need not Die

Nor wonder for whether a Question Why

Nor know an Answer beyond our Brow

See there’s a Fog

And here there’s a Halo

She has a Dog

And he sees a Rainbow

For each eye he has Three

That is the Sum of We

May we Never Forget

Each Moment as a Moment Traveled

Is that Each Moment’s Regret

So We Center and Remain As We Are

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Concrete Abstract

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Rate$

I drive U back and There

I keep U safe and Sound

Because I am good

Because I care

Because I am A Round

No One No Body No How

Does it like me

That is Why My Love

I must charge you $Forty$

Each way We go

Each Destination

Each Arrival and

Each Departure

But along the way we go

We can do Anything we want

And truly My Dear

I mean N E Thing

So let us go then you and I

Through any kind of sky

Back and There

Safe and Sound

Because I Care

Because I’m a Round

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Rate$

I drive U back and There

I keep U safe and Sound

Because I am good

Because I care

Because I am A Round

No One Now Body No How

Does it like me

That is Why My Love

I must charge you $Forty$

Each way We to

Each Destination

Each Arrival and

Each Departure

But along the way we go

We can do Anything we want

And truly My Dear

I mean N E Thing

So let us go then you and I

Through any kind of sky

Back and There

Safe and Sound

Because Care

Because I’m a Round

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Ability

The effectiveness of what we are trying to say depends on how we say it.

- Bud Brubaker

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Revelations

take the pill take the girl make her feel you are the world

it comes in thirty minutes it peaks in an hour your primacy has come calling like a vote whip you must go along with it

and ravage her and savage her till both your beating hearts are tympani in the caves of your chemically altered bodies and you lose your culture and all sense of upbringing

base, base glorious base behavior howling and clawing your back muscles glimmering with sweat God loves the sight of you right now the animal he created and wanted you to be you just discovered how to honor him and as she climaxes you feel a blessing come upon you from outside your hot fueled body you hear her calling out his name and you don't mind it all she's supposed to do that you're only the prophet of the one true God you're only the instrument of his desire you're only the song of his creation's lyre but you are the world to that girl chapter and verse the pill was the whip and you the horse coursing around the world making it up as you go along playing no wrong notes at all the chorus inside your head singing out by tempoes of divine origin your blood is up to fever level you could die right now and that would be okay your mission is fulfilled this night is your addition to the great book each noise she made a new line of gospel and the revelations she called out witnessed by the neighbors will affect everyone by and by tomorrow

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Jekyll

i wake slowly without purpose three coffees and the news a game here and there a game or two i'm killing time until meal time the one meal of the day like a dog waiting on the owner because then i can get into the good stuff a drink and a smoke and music and videos the real inspiration the real thought perspiration illuminated blue fountains in winter pools an ancient salt mine echoing across it's waters white noise and pure sound and mind's eye colors high flying rockets with a short fuse bombadiers in their jackets at the USO dance the here and now of your ever after echoing laughter and monstrous chants to erupt a response a return to life armor sections fit into place piece by piece to become my old wild self beast to return to my true wild before the wife, before the child to raw unmolded primordial ooze to contemplative creative ideal scratching clues transformed by potion like Hyde but screaming still my bona fide name is Jekyll

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red meat cold

i'm waiting i'm waiting a song comes on about death and loneliness my hair stands on my arm i get a moment where i think i will write you then i settle down to another task of waiting and waiting the song's not over yet i'm not lost enough in it yet i'm not lost enough yet

i'm knocking and knocking on the door no one's home everyone's asleep i've got no where to go out in the cold wandering and waiting i'm waiting

was last seen wearing a green hat brown landscaper pants and waterproof boots holding a long straight walking stick making his way into the woods like an ancient shepherd retiring for the night when you turned your heart and you turned away for good when you pressed send on the execution order and cut loose my tether to live among the wolves in darkness and red meat cold

i'll come back as the scent of cut grass and fallen leaves and the sight of snow and dead wood i'll come back as the full ashtray on the deck table i'll come back in sudden bursts of remembrance head rush getting up too fast numbness in the tongue warming in the bones and skin a shame for all the good times there still won't be any more new times for there are no sheep and that shepherd's stick is lost and now all there is are four legs in darkness and red meat cold

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filibuster

oh it's a feeling for sure the final feeling i will feel it comes upon me like a rape my heart feels it first and i must hold it there or it travels to my head to become real touch is the key compressed touch on the chest slow deep breaths little by little i overcome it waking to the next moment of bliss a deathless death an everlasting life just another story for the file episode three hundred in a series that keeps renewing and repeating the same experiment day in and day out buzzing the tower close like a bullfighter to the horn there is no greater role to play there is no greater fearlessness displayed but to summon the onset and to defeat the dragon it becomes only to thumb my nose and do it all over again tomorrow as if there was no time only episodes loop loop and endless loop a clip a snip just a glimpse of life espousing no other concept for how to live as if conflict for breakfast was savory it couldn't be that i was trained to take a beating and to seek the greatest beating out there to taunt it with a scarlet flag begging it toward a kill charge why not my angel will rescue me my angel always rescues me saving me for a glorious day of some magnitude it must be for the most glorious end that i have been saved and i'm guessing it will be the utmost pain