Ever notice the little things?

Immediate self:

Be who I am, be who you are….

Scrabble or a numbers game:

I abhore the latter some reason i suppose I am blind I have no vision:

Riddles and clues of my own creation, come from where?

Seem more enjoyable my pleasure…

Quince (15) sits with wavy black hair next to me playing a recorder.. the National anthem…

Ella… shows me photographs of her coming out with pleasure… total family in attendance …

and then dances with an older man in adjacent room.

Her Ma Ma watches, nearby as afar approaches….

The fragrance of a night blooming jasmine clings to my shirt..

Suttle nuance this place… these traditions..

and eating Pizza… then driving home in the base of clouds.. one cannot see the drop offs to the potential falls…. Perplexity…

J. Gerace

The man for a moment feels pure Joy:

Sadness, remorse, guilt are lifted:

Among the onlookers expressions of disdain:

At a bulge in his pants…

She beautiful young… with straight blonde hair wearing polyester brown pants:

The old man embraces her youthful perfection:

The old man is tired, sad, missing teeth… and is sitting in a planter on an asparagas fern…. in hopes of keeping his bottom dry….

The old man anguishes… remembering ‘Pushing At Pure Joy’

Now: a spyder lurks the size of a coffee saucer.. near the zippered entrance to his tent…

The bug free zone…. won’t you come inside?

A Melody is playing inside there… never again the same in Life.

John G.

I should never wake up:

From intellectual slumber:

Oh great leaders, What lies were you told?

One of the units is where they found human body’s wrapped in plastic.

Hmm which one which one…

Up high with an Ocean View… beautiful and all..

shake the dice good and give em a roll…

Put your bids in.

Where they land quantum physics may know.

The combinations quite infinate but possible.

Plus I am sure any commisions made will go to the family’s of the deceased… or the Killers.

Must I reach overhead for a the banana?

You must.. you must..

Ohhhh sliced banana on a chilled plate.

Madonna and her young lover passed the gate on horseback leading down to defibilator falls below…

The horse slipped on the steep concrete and the young Tico was thrown into a stalk of bananas hanging under the house and knocked them to the ground.

Remounting then and later they continued on….

hours later on their return trip I hailed them in out of the rain for a drinkey poo.

On the time of their leaving Mr. Ed. did not wish to cross the lateral drain grate..

I gave him a switching and he went right across…

Hmmm… Why do you suppose?

To touch on one aspiring so high:

To one day fall, known but unknown:

None the less to fall:

After decline a legacy is left:

Beyond 5 generations:

with Hollow greatness hangs the portrait in the hall of victory:

Paint on canvas… drying chips…

J.F.K. mod, with wayfarers on…

Jackie O came…

Maria Shriver announces… The golden eternal ring is lost.

Jon Jon went flying you know? Arguing with two whores…

Uncle Teddy and grandpa Joe…

Ever in a graveyard spiral… ever earthbound…

U.S.A.’s premeire family is ever bending towards near to royalty.

The Federales ever chasing the Rum Runners… Down,

Across Hurricane flats… They ran the Power lines out to Little Palm.. I think it was for Joe..

and the use of full flaps going into Howard Hughes…………. Cay Sal.

The Ilk of these………………………

Artisians carry fresh cut boards out of the forest like Leaf cutter ants that march with flower petals raised skyward towards the invinciable ones… always wearing a smile… these local ones…

The forest birds are conducting job interviews today…

Rules of parlay may apply…

to negotiate a kings release that is being held for a ransome up in the trees…

Like a late payday or half portions of birdseed being dispersed…

Watching dawn…

I shone a lamp through the darkness within near the duadum..
four glowing eyes an a luminesent skin…

moving forward they did threaten.. verbal…
quite freightening really…

numerious times daily I hear heavy wing beat… a dark flutter displaces still air the Bo bo bird threatens to enter the geckow cavern..

Geckos yell and scream demonic horror… for who is at the door?

How bizzare my construed reality this?

It is so come see them…

I walked over and shook his hand and peered into his crystal clear eyes of brown with huge dilated pupils.. or perhaps just none..

Have you ever heard him sing… of course…?

Count yourself lucky I suppose…

Many have told of the lovely warrior residing at Broadway…

The playlist you see.. is my racetrack…

Eat it later as recognized….

In the parking lot at the racetrack is the book about dreaming that was lost…

It is a paper back novel laying there on the ground in the rain and all

Still it holds words descriptive….

And so a large cheese pizza with a thin crust baked with just a bit of cornmeal on the crust…

Is that really asking for so much?