The Lowdown on Idiot Savant

A young man leaves the CDN army looking for a home to stay in but his mom and girlfriend left. He thinks he's a spy, rather he KNOWS he's a spy and he's following his instinct to find answers. A package contains a hidden message and he wonders if there is a burn out for him, or maybe it's his imagination. He's being followed, but finds a friend. He meets a girl in the lobby of his motel and has ritualistic sex with her. She dies in the morning from consuming too much cocaine, that's she peddling, unknowingly by an underground cab driving source. He rids the room of her body graphically. And then is on the road. Hitchhiking. Picked up by a young girl and she demands he acts her way, since she has been lying to her parents for years. Her parents, Nazis, welcome him but end up with mayhem and the mother overdosing on methamphetamine. She drives our main character around until he jumps out of the car going 30km p/h. Tossed in the bush, awaiting death, he is found by two sadistic cops that laugh and enclose him in the trunk. His wounds begin to heal.  The destination is a cabin party and the cost is 2 drops of high octane blotter acid. Everything begins to melt and in fear he leaves the party only to be kidnapped by the cocaine selling cab company. He has eliminated approximately 7 members from the group unconsciously. The men interrogate and water board torture him in a cold, speed enriched dunk tank. He breaks free and has superhuman abilities to eliminate his retainers. He escapes and one of his new spy friend rescues him to bring to a hit involving the crime syndicate of the new drug dealing system within the city. The characters go to a well known club in the city and the hit is made and the main character finds a date and brings her along. The "team" of spies lay low in a cabin uptown and have a party for the date he met at the club. She's a supermodel going to NY as well as another character to resolve past conflict in her life. Our main character meets a girl at the party and shacks up with her until she leaves him. The spy from NY comes back to stay with our main character and they live in a bed and breakfast. With his last money, he gambles on a slots machine and wins $200,000 the mega prize. He buys a Cessna at a local auction and flies, unknowingly, to a tribal island with only women and lizard men. The woman use him to reproduce and he flies back to the city to bring more supplies and literature. Even though there may be a burn on him, he is eager to be back in the spy game looking for the next possible mission, Our main character is driven to a job given to him by his security consultant aunt. He works as a janitor in a world federation and finds out that he is only a covert janitor and is given recon before his ID is questioned. On the bus heading to the airport, there is a spy he knew and loved from the army who is carrying nuclear weapons, planning to use at the airport. After a quarrel, both men are maintained. Main character is debriefed and he's ready to go to the island. He lives happily on the island, only realizing that he is being used by the inhabitants to create their own ideals.

showdown at noon

i got myself a pistol
i got myself a watch
gonna bounce at high noon
here to draw it or not

this cowboy sat beside me
got mighty, mighty drunk
he smashed his bottle on my throat
while i was picking up my frock

we gonna have a showdown
i swear ill make you frown
i never miss a target
for 18 years now

ill see your weapon at noon
you already look like a buffoon
i shoot you dead on the floor
that's how we get rid of bores

he spit in the spittoon, walking away
i ain't never been in a showdown before
so i leave that bar that day

gonna shoot some wood, practice if i can

i talk to the black smith at dawn
ask him what i should do and when
here's 3 pistols, lock proof and real
this should make a stand

I'm pacing the streets, with a six shooter
feeling like a man
time to saddle up
and watch as time ticks along

i go into the church
pray for everything I could
i heard myself say
watch your left but keep your third

so i put a pistol near my heart
two guns at my sides
I'm ready to unleash the fury
i'm scared as hell in fright

i look at my watch
time to get my ass in town
the cold blooded man stood there
loading up his pistol now

we stand from different angles
we wrinkle out hands at our sides
there is no chance i'll make it
and he shoots fast and it glides

he missed the first one
and laughs
that was a practice shot
i grab both guns at my side
and shoot blindly, in the dark

he just stood there smiling
"no more gun for you sailor boy"
then i pulled the one from my heart
his face frowned to the floor

i shot him twice
closed my eyes
and he fell

i gotta get out of this place
gotta get the hell out of town

to my cousin

Direct mail from Hamilton to Vancouver...what you think of this rap cuss.


This shit's been around for years
contemplating the time 'round my cigarette
busting out rhymes like your girl goes scissoring
jumping up rap from the underground
pimping up hoes like they know how i ain't messin'
kick back, jump back, now grab a beer
my lady been missing for 'bout half a year

i ain't looking (why not?)

all she does is hella
find a new one, make her dance with her bella
now kids scissoring, cause i put it in words
have no idea what kinda shit is supposed to be absurd
i could say f--- but i'm more mature
screwing in light bulbs for a game of the twirl
kick back, jump back, c'mon have a beer
if it's bitches you want, get the f--- outta here
this game is fresh, so styling cause je suis
drink all the cognac, while my daddy busts veneers
sitting down wondering is this ghetto shit real
hopping down Malibu like i'm motherfu----- Greg Kinnear
spit and you spat, this shit got all sticky
you been chewing on bubble gum, while i keep my fine mind dicky
kick back, jump back, c'mon have a beer
look in my fridges all i got is the finest beer
you don't want no beer, just some apricot juice
man, sometimes i wonder, boy, if you loose

so i tell you a story, my home boy falls in flames
he's been in a hospital for 600 days
what i gotta do now is bust him out
grab some Heineken for the road,
lets get the f--- out

Gg

the captain's son

Teardrops fall on wooden planks. The sound of despair inevitably rings in the child's fragile eardrum. A bass of a beat, something quite unheard. Shall I feel sorrow for the upcoming months of eternity with this herd. The fear of losing oneself through a miner's crutches. A crucifix stapled to his chest, must fear, a tear of tears either/or tears. Cry more on these planks, scatter the weaves for there is no one to save you, you or even Zarathustra. These feelings are eminent, these feelings are there. Spell check to find out what certain objects compare. Les Miserables plays on the screen, black and white, within the tattered vessel, where the men stand up to fight or drink or whatever else could and does happen. The crew look up at the screen and laugh a bit, never singing along but there is one who does. Not the first mate, nor second or even the third, but the captain's son who watches the film unheard. He sweeps the deck of the sailor's lounge, singing along to the beautiful sound. At times, he stops the sweep and is pushed to the broom. These sailors they terrorize this son, this young man, as if he were a heathen, but he's only a newborn quiet J---. But still he sweeps and he sweeps and the floor is all clean, to forget is to ponder, minds the son, an angel in the depths, the void, somewhere above the forgotten. The wretched first mate spits on the newly swiped floor. Go back to your mindset and points to the drenched mop at the cabin door. Haha says the mate with 10 beers in his hand. So, the son just sweeps and sweeps and still sings til the end. A brutish man pauses mid step on the deck. Here son, take my hand, the feeling is not dread. He has a whisker of a smile and a hearty laugh indeed. The boy looks up and sees the gleam within his eyes. Do not, fear not...believe in me son. For I am your man, I am one with the land. The boy was shaken and rattled and wonderfully big eyed. And reaches up to the man to shake his hand and nudges for a smile. For I have never been helped by a man of your stature, nor have I ever seen you here in these bottomless caverns. You are not one of them, this I cannot comprehend. You brought me a water and a watch and of course, the lamb. These dreary days and nights as the captain's son, used to feel pitiful and hopeless until you came along. Now I feel grateful and happy and I cannot think of any other word. You saved me today, unlike the rest of the herd. Still they drink and they piss and they fart like it's mellow, but you sir are an interesting, loving, compassionate fellow.

Gg

gins and tree bark

This, here, this old face

driving around in the hammer,

like some fool, a harlequin

he's purely sticks and stones ,

way too many to bother

spreading lucid dreams of failure

his brother has to set the sail

on a journey, adventure

lemme tell you

a little adventure into hell

he never brushes his teeth in the morning,

doesn't comb his hair til noon

looking for some hag bagged sally

to take her home and make it cool

she doesn't fall so easily,

and she knows he's up to no good

so she breaks her heel on his forehead

and just leaves him there, a punctured wound

The police stopped in from the rain

a heavy cloud has fallen

knowing what has thus occurred,

"you silly cock pushing dumbass,

that's the daughter of the royal sir"

Now how do i get out of this mess, 

without losing too much blood

a getaway at my fingertips

lost cabs mesmerized in the city

so i climbed up on to the bridge, my friend 

fridge my friend

Now I'm on top of the world

orange pelicans waiting below me,

"please let me save myself" is all that is heard

and then I took the real jump oh mighty

but i wasn't really there, in reality

im just pissed and drunk and alone and sad

at a bar somewhere up the street

some bar up the street

some bar street

something

true dust

The leap is bound through forever cup
and i live oh!
see this final way to find the just,
to find the play.

keep headed left into the unknown,
friends are there! go there! and enthrall your enjoyments of self esteem
and ridiculousness of whatever needs to be
done about the porridge in your bowl or the hamster in your sock.

let the water flow and flow with it
for we are one with nature and one with thee
and they capture our souls to collect a fee.
no sleep til the diamond is found

with in your heart and free men if you can call it free
because i believe that freedom comes with a cost,
a journey to the goal,
a shiver in our legs
and our freedom is us,

in unity and continuity that way
until you are free its a fee to be free
understand
let me,

curse the noble and help the poor.
keep them clean and watch them grow,
up until the desert store,
wine and dine for we are just
and turn your calamity
in a lack of lust.

your wrist it hurts to type
this nonsense so please help me distinguish what happens
when you are never forgotten.
but alas your wrist is nothing compared to what i saw on the avenue.

The avenue so sultry and must have strangers who in it,
thus lust.
Codes and rules of a gentle touch,
one day find out who is in it and must.

Strange panic and hopelessness,
stick your ass in the couch and
watch all the forefathers
who pretend in true dust.

napkin

I know I said sorry
When i really meant was thank you

i look up to you
i find you
i curse the day you were born
yet i love you

what uncanny resemblance you are
of someone i met a long time ago
shoveling shit into the sewers
and drinking from a flask

those days are over now
and we stay at home with our regret
drinking bottle after bottle
of something to find, someone to get

we look in the mirror
facing each other at the table
and i ask you dear
could you pass the lime for the tequila

and thats when you snapped
and said fuck you
and get a job you lazy ass
im fed up

and i looked at her softly and told her
the only change comes from you
you have to mold me
develop me

i need you to nurture
when all i get is disruptions in the middle of the night
about men looking for you and your child
our baby, this bottle

could you ask for more
and it goes down smooth
and we forget for an hour or two
but when it really comes down to it, im a drunken sailorman

i found you at port, with a port in my hand
you said it would stop
all the rings of the dispatch
you would quit for one night

just to be with me only
but isn't that what you tell them all
after a few drinks, kicked back
that im the only one in the world

as your pager goes flash
how many more like me out there
i want to know
let your sin out, so i can rest my sin too

you finish the bottle, then jump on the curb
hailing down cabbies like no one else could
and i look from my window, on east 22nd
and you wave in the air, not to me but to him

another one of me, every hour
im surprised you can stand at all
all over me
and im addicted, your lust and your lies

and im stuck here til i see you again
waiting for you to open that door
i don't want "it"...i just want your love
but the bottle took that

a long time before you were birthing
our kids, jack and jim beam
i only taste the bourbon with you and no other
this is all i can say in this statement

im succumbed by her, Lord
let me heal my wounds in the shadows
my only last hope
is if she comes back tomorrow or at all, or never, or forever

i'll still only be just a drunken sailor of your love
the drunken man in the distance
the drunk
man, man, man. the one you use as a napkin

on ground coffee

I drank some
coffee
it hurt my stomach
coffee
then i had one more cup
coffee
but that wasn't enough
coffee
the cup of joe went down smooth
coffee
i decided to have the third
coffee
half the pot looks mighty fine
coffee
i drank it all
coffee
it was mine
coffee
a man came to the door
wondering what the smell was
coffee
i slammed the door
rushed up to the room
coffee
jumped out the window
had to un-light the fuse
coffee
i broke my leg
its all its fault
coffee
that vile bastard
we all know as
coffee

on the day after new years day

Big numbers in the sky
letting us know
what the ancients divide

can it be a time vortex machine
that only the rich can use
to control the temperature
and control the rain

I think so
so much control
can't be hard to find
in a moment's instance

stand atop your steed
bow down to the lady at the bar
what could have been is already forgotten
a glass of water in her hand, come confine me

brue haha lets write a song
no pen with ink
no pencil shavings
no excitement until dawn

when the duck has been passed
and i say no
it's been like this for a long time now
no bread, no wine, no beer, no turkey

just no, nothing, how have i managed
i close my eyes and they sell me something
and i buy it and throw it away
no one to give it to except the man on the train

beat up, spitting blood
a cross somewhere
hidden in the gallows
a bald headed, face mask hopeless sadist lurks

the last person i see before the rope gag
because people like me
are good for a head for trophies
but worth nothing in bed

i sleep with the light on
then off, then on
and i conclude on to be better
i can see what is hidden, not safe

math, arithmetic, words, dictionary
catholic, priest, sultan, swing
jest, best, wonton and candle
these are the words i learned today

i wrote them down in a book that was stolen
i thought it was me, but it wasn't, it was him
i think i thought about it for a while
then i forgot

on the day after new years day
we hold forth a candle to the ground
and leave it there
so the vile can type sonnets

that nobody can read.