American Work Mule

Is a prime example of a German Shepard… he eats but seems famished… his putrid water bowl I empty and refresh..

studying his matted hair, he does have a master you …

Purpose.

Horror storys or divine revelation…
Havana club anejo reserva is a tad sweeter then abuelo of Panama..

I attest.. about this I would not jest… someone is courting up stairs a boquet with the fragrance of a night blooming jasmine.

An evening spent with a descendant of Seth…

In the long line of the Nephiliam I suppose…

After numerious rum and cokes Mary of Magdalene approaches me with her enticing breasts and satin skin
stirring my Libido soup…..

She asked my name three times… Seth Seth Seth…

and said she would like to fuck my brains out… I woke up with an empty head………. oh dear………

She said I was the hardest nut to crack… beautiful though she was I watched her walk away……….

I did ask her for her e-mail address… she pointed at her clevage and said she had no e-mail, only a direct connection there.

Hailing a taxi home.. a difficult task.. when one cannot speak I assure you…

Seth sits in a rickity old lawn chair beneath the stars his head tilted back towards the heavens and his right hand over his heart….

Passing Out….. another dose of alcohol poisoning…

quite frankly I was enamored with the deaf bar back girl with the cell phone in her rear pocket…

to guns, guard dogs, and human tendencies within borders…

and putting on airs………

Hello from Valhalla.

There is a little house a block away from the sea in Jehova beach that faces the west.

It was built in 1959 or thereabouts .

A surfer dude lived in the house for over 40 years, he never lifted a finger to fix any thing … but he surfed everyday.

Now his hips hurt to much to surf any… somehow I suspect he is not sorry for finding his freedom and joy……….

As now a young family has moved into this house under a roof that needs replacement…

So in the long run the young family was enabled to afford this cottage…. in thanks to his non doing… a long term win so to speak….

Now childrens toys litter the yard.. and their grandmother lives in a trailer in the back yard sitting in a rocking chair beneath the pulled out overhead veranda..

There is a stump out front..I can stand on it, and an empty flag pole adorns the side of the house.. there is also a mango tree date palms and aloe plants and asparagas ferns.

It been 51 years now since the termites began there big chew on the roof timbers…

The Snake plants and the Ixora hedge out front watch the decades creep past…

Imagine the surfer dude whiling away his life.. I would like to reiterate HIS life frittering away the sunny days living his passion…..

What goes around comes around, or WHO WINS?

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The Neopolitan sits at a park bench..

In a drunken stupor, his pocket full of money..

The beast comes out of the night and tears at his neck flesh, leaving with a bloody mouth, for he hungers now.

As a ne’er do well…. with no chances… thus The Problem.

Why, of course the American Work Mules pronouncement or utterance … on the case of writing………

Tenaciously we dig for gold… many holes are dug, the metal detector is active…

In front of and behind the old seashore town now abandoned..

Once a goldrush town, you know… the sea now just rolls in and out ever the same….

many looking for gold few finding…

As if leafing through the Norton Anthology of English Literature…

From George Herberts Aaron’s Holiness on the Head to ‘YOU’..that decipher out the fate in mourning, by Andrew Marvell…

Some list some club of sombodys rembered for 500 years or so………….

Carry on towards a relation who is towards the back of the book… and remembered , well, at least for now.

He among’st the jewels at timeline 1561-1626…

unwrapping the D.N.A. strands out on the limb….

And blowing Kiss’s………….

Swallow my pride. Gulp!

………….. Attention global salesman………..

‘Reaching for the dream that isn’t what it seems’………..

The Great Nation Marinates in a soup of self adulation and glorification…

as it beams satellite images into the rain forest village….

casting coercion’s of the seeming……….

As Walking A.T.M.’s move about. bulls eye targets painted on their chests……… furthering agendas……….

I chuckle when I read road travel has increased In Cuba… making it a bit more dangerous for the Bicyclist …

Why certainly let us show you a better way.

New Summit Faces:

Dreams of perhaps Rushmore:

Griffins assaulting our senses.

A violation of when and what!

Our moments in the sun dwindle.

My Dreams Extrapolation: A lonely old woman laying in a bed, in an all but abandoned house…. no friends no family……….

A 52 chevy sits out in the yard by the river with a straight body

but a frozen engine.

The New Summit Faces are being etched in Stone by so called leaders.

Griffins assaulting our senses…………… The New Summit Faces.

In the face of vastness or a game of knick knack paddy whack………….?

Watching the Program ‘How the universe works’ last night, as the populace of the planet how is it we can be anything but insignificant?

I suggest we pale in the overall scheme of things………

Here we are some little dot on the face of vastness…

We him and haw with out hands on our hips with words of description.

We create descriptions from a selection of 26 symbols as sycophants to feebly describe while pixels gather on a screen to enhance our limited grasp….

It’s a wonderful life we can aspire to Wanting to know and also to question?

Perhaps our comprehension of It or that of WHAT IS.. is limited to a selection and arrangement of 26 symbols of the English language?

Of course this raises yet another question… can we always cross reference meaning with other languages out there?

anyway our darling little language allows us to create belief systems, and create discrepancies and misunderstandings … that lead us into war of course…………….

Onward Christian Soldiers…………. and but of course Pass the Grey Poupon………….. into the face of Vastness.

J.

The Fractured dream: of Gnarles Ray Barkley….

He clutched the perfect unsolicited manuscript to his chest,
unlike everything else in Ray’s life this he held unsoiled and with no errors.

Ray never took anything else across the finish line in life, but this, it was his perfection that he held.

In the unfolding of the story it contained Ray was trying to find his lost love.
It was pouring rain In a Major Third world country.. Ray was in rain gear and had luggage in tote… and to boot was lost… he could not recall the name of his Hostel…

Ray had made arrangements to meet her at McDonalds .

Ray’s lost love was driving a big yellow school bus full of children.

He kept misdialing…. his cellphone, and it was getting wet.. his frustration growing at the thought of her anger at his non arrival.

Ray, could see the giant Mc Donalds sign high up on a hill..

but he still could not find it.

He finally got on a shuttle bus, and asked the driver to take him there..
Not knowing what to pay the driver… The driver told him he did not hate Americans…. as he accepted the cash.

The McDonalds play land was enormous….. Looking Looking everywhere for her he was…. but not finding her anywhere…

His feeling of disappointment and lose… unsurpassed.