American Work Mule

Look not further for here it tis’

Dr. Mesmer is considered a fraud by contemporary medical authoritys…

Here comes the funny part.. ready?

The Nation.. Hell the entire planet is MESMERIZED…

Im rolling how bout you…………….?

May I share an Epiphany I had in the shower this morning?
There was a young adolesent fly on the screen by the window looking out from the shower, at first blurry whiskey induced glance I thought I saw a big mosquito full of blood. But No it was a young healthy adventerous Fly.

Any way I thought to myself whomever that is or maybe the following:

What if Human or otherwise kindness’s towards one another traded places with greed?

Where kindness’s became a thing or object of desireability… sasiating wants and needs, a bit like an addiction to some Thing or some substance…

You wanted it bad… and you chased after it, man I am really Jonesing for some Kindness…

Its a notion to entertain… and I wonder and question.. What if?

What would be the outcome………… getting that fix on.

A Red sparrow…. now tweets…. at John Gerace 1… the experiment like a ballerena twirll’s on TWITTER .

It’s been lovely.. it really has, however as I have been walled off due to the accusation of attempting to friend someone not personaly know to me.. I will not be bowing to the wind in the direction of checking a box… indicating that yes I am guilty of such activities… imagine…. and so until the situation is rectified or not…. I will maintain my occasional ramblings and epiphanys and otherwise here on www.americanworkmule.com

So to the few of you who care to follow along… I am relegated to this avenue for now sitting on a bench down

a side street.. in shit stained pants…. Please note I value each and everyone of you reading this. I wont be told whom I may friend… why its unamerican……………..

J.
americanworkmule@gmail.com

When you cease to pay watch the love dwindle.

America reminds me of a grieving widow,
While at her dearly departed’s wake
She is portraying her distress as if an actress out to win an Oscar.

While, secretly counting life insurance money in the back of her head. …

On the other side of the spectrum “History will absolve me” F.C.
Time will tell….. Na Na Na Na Na Na.

Hee Haw…………….

Merry Christmas: ClICHE’ a private meeting is in session with HOPE.

I met her at a party:

Ella, She has two toned blonde hair and wet red lips:

She wanted to wrestle Me:

She offered a suggestion this, as a Christmas gift to you one and all:

Check the batteries in your household smoke detectors…..

So you will be informed that where there is smoke there is ……

A Point proved or proven…………………

J.R.G.

Nakedness on a sailboat or The Suffocation of man:

Working yourself in circles are ya love?

Working yourself in circles are ya mate?

They have it all figured out for you from the day your born to the day you die:

THIS:

Keep paying, else a percentage more if your late.

Lest: Not forget it’s the greatest system upon earth, so They say,

Rammed down our throats, so clever, counting money while you wait.

Objective: Your youth whiled away, elasticity now gone, bones ache, and waddeling over to your gold plated walker.. Bravo! You made it.

Your the iceing on the cake of this the beast, the monster, bleak really the shadow cast, of the glamorous life… a wolf in sheeps clothing… lurks, come to pretend, it just sits out on the doorstep, and through mans contrived devices, well, we quite unwittingly invite him in, and for scott free at that!

It is my hope that we as mankind do not destroy what is left of Natural beauty.

Your nose is in front of your face:

and ENTITLED to happiness.

John Gerace.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: from CoCo Beach to Cudjoe Bay we the Steinbeckian Sailors went.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: the sounds of water splashing on hull reminds me of a bath in a candle lit room.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: The Rigging sing’s in tenor like the voice of Angels:

Sailing down the Intercoastal: Viewing a south bound path:

Sailing down the Intercoastal: Porpoise ride the wake off bow, like mermaids in Pink nighty’s singing the stones “Hey you get off of my cloud”.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: Amongst sunrises and rainbows that I can see both ends at once.. two pot’s of gold.

Sailing down the Intercoastal : leads me to ask, What If?
Instilled human values are dirty substances.

Sailing down the Intercoastal : Pitching and rolling like an advertising company selling sardine sandwiches for paper dollars.

Sailing down the Intercoastal : I hear a train whistle blow off in the distance, I assume there is a track nearby, but this is only a minds eye view:

Sailing down the Intercoastal : Looking through a non assumeing rhetorical eye at a moon that is setting away from ourselves, situations can and do constantly arise.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: The din of the distant sea is in my ears, I question and look towards the sinking moon like a depravity of mans convoluted choices that leeds us to our present lives.

Sailing down the Intercoastal: At times the rivers flow is stronger the the push of the wind.

How is it we find all we have ever known is what we have heard read or seen? Compliments of who? These instilled values surely some if not many are dirty substances….

The angels are now singing again through the rigging about a gestation period…. before a birth………..

Around the bend I go or went:

The sun strikes me in the eyes:

In my moment of fear I did not see you:

Greatfuly you were not there:

Prompted by what, I know not, to turn left or right:

I decided to go the other way, because I can:

I did, following my early morning long shadow:

It lead me to the crystal clear pools:

Little striped tiger fish darting trapped inside until next tide:

The water is low:

Old foundations and steel anchor ring’s all that remains of mans hard work out in the hot sun:

Thousands of little black snails are illuminated:

The water rolls slowly over the rock, making that certain soothing sound:

Morning glory’s, sand spur’s and Monarch’s are amongst the tall grass:

Only passing man has a worry or a care, for some reason:

Clinging tight to the Idea of I must…. I must…. Why?

Oh here it is the Holiday season, I cannot wait to expound…for I am met with words…

Black sails at night crossing the Gulf stream under the sliver of a crescent moon:

I was thinking about friends and others who have birthdays on or near christmas…. thats with a small c.

Just what is you consolation prize? a donned orange life vest with the straps adjusted by society as we know it?

A buy one get one free sale of sorts? or are you lavished with a two for one sale promotion?

I raise my glass once again to human woes and short comings and the tail end’s of Eras and Eating Shit… Note capitols.. please..

Its Holiday Fraud time again amongst other things, care for a guilt salad to go with that? with perpetuated by the system dressing? mmm

If you are feeling poorly or just unable to give or buy things because , Your broke or well you know your supposed to … By design.

You really should donate to my fund…. all you have to do is click on donate above…

You wouldn’t forget me would you?