tom and clare

clare wasn't real
she was a figment of imagination
of tom's imagination
he would think and think and there was clare

he would talk to her in his sleep
take her bowling, go on hikes
she gave him back massages
he rubbed her feet

then she'd disappear in the day
come back at dusk
they went to the park
played on the jungle gym

tom was in  love
it was the summer

it is the summer
the summer of love.

-------ManOfLoveEventually MOLE

rose

i met rose at the Hungarian club
her parents liked my parents
i don't know why
i didn't even like my parents
but i do now, they seemed too odd and i can't explain it really
but rose was nice
she was 4 years older than me
maybe scratch that
she was 6 years older than me, back then I couldn't tell time and i still can't
does it even exist?

the club was rundown but the food was good
the adults could drink and smoke inside
play cards, socialize
without a cell phone

she lured me upstairs, a ways from it all
into the darkness and we sat
she was my first kiss
rose was  beautiful
rose loved me

and i loved rose

-----ManOfLoveEventually

janey

janey appeared at school one day

she got herself in detention for wearing thong underwear

i sat behind her all third period

it was like string

i sat behind her in detention

dental floss

the next day all i saw was the curves of her lower back

no more string

no more dental floss

only janey

her boyfriend drove a kawasaki

she took off her pants to ride it

i was 15 years old

_____Man Of Love Eventually

edit

i'm editing again
the first book
is it worth it?
will the Savant see the light of the printing press?
I sure as hell hope so.

Hell with hope. I'm in this no matter what the stakes.
My senses are null. I am void.

and there's a lot of attention in my boxing corner.
two more knuckles and i'm knocked out

come on you bastard
gimme what you got.

brother's wedding speech

The Russian, Alexynov, began to write in his sleep as he drank. His brother Tempanyov is having a wedding in a week and Alexynov can't write while he is sober nor awake, so he drinks and sleeps and draws pictures. Then he wakes up and doesn't remember anything except the scrawl in his notebook and the ink on his hands. Tempanyov knocks at his door the morning of the wedding.

"Brother, where have you been all week? We have been waiting for you to come to the church. You're speech is what we have been waiting for. Right before I give her the ring, my comrade," Tempanyov explains.

"Alas for I have been trying to finish this all night. You see a writer needs a certain atmosphere," Alexynov prounouced.

"Haha, my silly brother. You are no writer, you are a miner of ores.  You dream too much, come let us get to the chapel for I will not be later than I already am," Tempanyov declares.

The men step into the carriage and begin to discuss politics.

"I feel sick. I need bicarbonate drink to lower my levels of mucous before I speak, I..." Alexynov drones on.

"All in good time brother,all in good time." The men sit back, both looking at each other in the eye.

They arrive at the church and the lady is in waiting. She is Debmarkov, daughter of land owner Deminokov. The marriage will bring a healthy dowry to the brothers, for her father is worth 3x a living complex.

First the speech.

"My brother, oh my brother Tempanyov, what a great man he is. I love him to death, for he is my only kin in this world of ours. I ask for an egg, he brings me a chicken. I ask for a hand shake,he gives me a hug. Oh what a great man he is. Never womanizing and always in love. He swoons over you Debmarkov. He  can no longer contain himself. I love him like you. So, please treat him kindly and understand that he is yours and yours alone. I love you both.May this day be blesssed."

And as Alexynov finishes his speech, he falls off the stage head first, tired and exhausted yet his vision complete.

mother mary

mistakes are made sometimes
against one another unkind
the words you speak
will stumble past the creek

i love myself
i love others
and i love you
my god's only father

mother mary adjourned the meeting
she cast her vote and she won the bet
singing from her kings wood steps
living and lying from her cellar door

the mother mary asks for more
while judas kisses the one in turn
the full book is written
dylan preached the word

when out is in and in is out
i stay with you
in desert lands she finds her one son
begging for a cup of love
water, cold, he can barely breath
she saved him once
now this time three

all i feel is type what you love
my friends disowned me
like a lost dog\
i love my brother
but he feels i am at loss

i just can't succumb to the vital dream
of living without my man
oh lord that man
oh lord my man

hope and love

there's too much injustice in the world
too many stereotypes
too much hype and lies and madness
we believe what we hear and see
but is that truth
popping pills and therapy
do we need all this to be free?

we need love for our brothers
love for our sisters
even if we cannot love ourselves
we must love others when we are ready
ready to love one another because if we can't
all humanity will crumble

so for your long weekend, do something for someone else
whether its a nod of the head or a tip of the hat
and know that if there is a higher force out there
he'll help guide us in the righteous way
love for our brother and sisters worldwide
at least we can only hope
and hope can go a long way to freedom

The bard in the bar

I look at this keyboard in the palm of my hand
Something we see as a morning lit fibre
Combat, fall short, trance into the moment
Compare yourself to the Huckabee
Now raise your wine for hades has been almost vanquished.
The demon threads in the back of your neck
These sauvages are still live. In the shadoes.
Misspelling your verbage, can you backspace a verbal language. My belly is fat but my soul and spirits are able.  The warmongering has stopped. As the bard walks in, twirling his mandolin. The heathens in haw. We have eehwaw. Water in the bard language. The bards range is plentiful. He tips at all, has a ice cube and leaves the bar, it's members shocked and in wonder.

Craft

Painted wood on sugarcomb lake
Living a life when I speak of tonight
The words don't know why they're
Such a mess

Craft
Take it well
Use it well
I'm playing in tragfic
A fool, William tell
Blinded by the ignition
Speaking in tongues
Be careful what you utter child
This may be your last day
But it won't so don't fret
A roundabout of doubt
Can leave you and your breath

go jays go

oh oh oh those commentators

oh oh oh they speak the action

new and old, still friends and a love for the game.
The plays are just the tiny part of the game, when you can talk to your best friend all day.

Go Jays Go

native rain

treading past the flowers fate
simply now, native rain
waking up  up side down
where have i been and who are these people around
i'm scared to look out my front doors
them and they and us and others
we are all there for each other
galaxies in motion, a verb in a rag
listen a little closer, it ain`t over yet
the floor boards they squeek as i hold my breath
i'm scared
that i just can't
or can
or what
or when

like a thunderous cross, following his side


only she can, only she can
lonely lonely lonely can

sins

one more rider

one more man

utter secrets

nobody said

gingerbread man, in the house

making it, what he's got

a golden ticket, a balanced thread

jump for the stars, oh gingerbread man

oh jump up now, aint that the plan

mister gingerbread man

play me a snag

my toes are swollen, my teeth like mad

commandeer the command

swordfight fencing is the plan

tough it out, she stands

to get back like jack

the man an illusion, get back on track

figure ups and downstairs

the side-e-wows, up and down

ain't that a plan

sins

ain't that a blackjack plan

paragraphing "lather"

“Hey hun, how are you?” asks Cass.

“Where have you been, Dad. Mom's worried sick, it's been almost 2 weeks now."

“I know, I have to finish this deadline before the next issue comes out. Let me talk to your mother.”

Cass hands the phone to Shelbs and I hear a scratchy voice that doesn't sound like my wife at all.

“My periods gone,” she says, “I'm sweating and shitting everywhere.”

I laugh at the latter, but I know what it is.

“Menopause babe, you'll get through it”

“I hope so. Where are you anyways? You're company has been treating us well.”

I shouldn't tell her over the phone because they'll hear me. So, I lie.

“We are team building in the Caribbeans this weekend, then back to Delaware.”

More lies for my wife.

The ring is beginning to slide off my finger. And i catch it before it hits the ground.

“I'll be home soon babe, I promise,” I say as the Cloud-phone shuts off automatically.

Roman informs me that the last step is the shareholders meeting. They will decide who and what determines the propaganda campaign for the AI Soap 3000. Since the Boss has %51 of the company, his rulings are final. He bids for a launch date next week. I can't believe my ears. I just saw two inside out zombies clobber the front door made of titanium door. Then the smoke screen and it's back to the next day. Nosferatu seems pleased since he can finally get to an understanding of the vicious work he has created. These people have no souls, except Roman, and even then, I know where he'll end up. Just like the ones in the back of the limo.

Frank doesn't bother to dress me and I've been in the same clothes since I first left the limo. The tape recorder switches and I hand to Roman.

“This is what we need, show the media”

Roman isn't stupid but he knows I've been carrying two recorders the whole time.

“And the other,” he asks.

“To save my wife and daughter.”

on the air

one reporter says to her male colleague that she wanted to spruce up her image, so she unbuttons the top button on the blouse. the male reporter says that's not fair,  why can't I do similarly? The female reporter asks for her bra to be un-cuffed and passes it to the man.

Here, you can use this., she giggles