H

                                                                       H

H had not crossed his mind in years............ He thought back and all he could see was H standing by the Pay Phone at the East Entrance of the Winn Dixie on Big Pine Key, where one of   H's business cards was glued to the phone...as they were around all the pay phones on Big Pine Key,  H always wore a trench coat...even on the Hottest of days... he was a gangly man... tall thin long hair with an extreme  receding  hairline.... A bit of a Lurch perhaps?

H drove taxi around he had a business card it was a  simple white card with the capitol letter H embossed on it and his phone number.............. He owned  two pirate taxi's ... actually he lived in  them  24 sticky ball  hours a day... He kept things simple.... from time to time he would get arrested  for what he could not say, but soon enough he was back out on the street.... H, How do you spell that he wondered?  Aitch , Haitch,  H?

One Taxi was a  little white sedan...he used some , and other times when it would run, he would break out the Green Cadillac Limo.......... something was  mumbled  about it having been  used by the Heavy Metal band  Iron Maiden  once upon a grander   time...
it was one weird car.... H catered to the bar room strippers in Key West.... he would offer free Service , well advertise free service.... a Free of Sorts.........

It was a strange ride... the thing actually had 6 wheels and tires.... two of them were those doughnut tires that are used for spares some call them (Idiot tires ) .... and the other four were pretty bald except for one, he was always having to add air,
 to  the slow leakers you know?  The good life.

The whole back end of the thing had been plowed in  once when he was passed out on qualudes at the green light , at the only intersection on Big Pine Key Florida with a light  ....  it was a mess, he had to take some trailer lights and rig them up on the back end so he had tail lights , brake lights and turn signals, then of course he had the Two vicious dogs that rode along with him just behind the first partition  with the electric glass divider window that  was jimmied and did not work, it was stuck a few inches in the down position with visible dried dog drool and paw prints.... However he kept the far back  inside of the limo behind the second partition  nice and clean all armorall'ed clean ... shiny and vacuumed and the windows spotless  in just that area.. ..........the a/c blew semi cold.... colder then it was hot out, smelled pretty  good to ...he even had a couple of  dented  overused champagne holders in the back with salted ice at times  for icy  cold sweating green bottles of bubbly ......... that would go pop! and a Carton of pulp free Florida O.J. in the other... and some stolen Dixie cups.........in the service....

H kept a bottle of pharmaceutical  pain killers in the glove box, mainly for the pole dancer girls so if one of them was not feeling so good or had a headache... especially before going to work down in Key West... he would hand them out like candy and get them to feeling better,  there there, one  might ride down to Key West with her head in his lap sucking her thumb, one of many rough childhoods in the Keys.....and take a nap giving the capsules time to kick in, they shared some of their tips with old H on the return ride home around 4 in the morning all coked up ...    for that Free Service.

The Limo was named Eloise.  The one dog was a white Husky... snapping mean...He could not  seem to remember the other one's name, he was more of the kind of dog  that lurks with eyes rolled up the one could see the whites at the bottom of his eyes,  that  cowardly look,  he  would walk in tight circles a lot... trying to sniff is own butt, on occasion he was know to bite.

Shit, and here  He had almost forgotten about H.................though  he could see him clear as day standing there at that Pay phone by the East Entrance of Winn Dixie in that smelly old  trench coat... his balding forehead and the clever business card with just the letter H embossed on it and his phone number... He  wondered  if it was the phone number of the pay phone...come to think of it?

He heard H. died, maybe of a drug overdose?.... never saw any obituary... but that was standard for the homeless and downtrodden.... In the  Smiling Islands of the fabulous Florida Keys.

He Never knew the Man really well, but he did exist.................  anybody else out there remember old  H?

Or accept a Ride?              H.

Star Comfort

Oh Look!

There they are creeping along westward just past the edge of the balcony, if you lean out you can see them, but don't fall.

The Dew of the 7 sisters falls on my mind.... and just below them and off to one side is Orion.

They only appear to be traveling, in actuality I guess we are...

Perhaps we are all bolting in a group together towards some unknown destination?...

A gnat just flew down my throat I cough .....

I smash another on the glowing screen..........

That is not very nice is it?

Do I worship the Stars? or just look at them?

Are they telling me something?

Perhaps I should go look again?

Low on the horizon looking West, Lightening flashes .

I can feel the heat of the Coffee transfer through the side of the ceramic mug.

Observing or Worshiping....... ?

I open my mouth I can feel the cool dew roll to the back of my throat.

I hear the Ocean crashing on the rocks below....

The boats at anchor appear  luminous .............

I think I do better listening to the Stars........

and thinking about who or what is up there...

As we are traveling together.........

Can you imagine holding all the answers?

Have a Gaze.

and then go FUCK yourself.

Was that a pretty ending?

I think I will suck some more.......

Go look for yourself.....

Star Comfort.

1000's Of O.K.'s.......................

1000's Of O.K.'s.....................

Must be what we have in common and are looking for.

It really does not matter if something is brimming with inherent wrong, we just need to hear the 1000's of o.k.'s.

Now Now it's O.K.

There, There... you were doing what you were supposed to be doing.

If something does not feel right in your gut.... it probably isn't.

Placate me......... with your 1000's of O.K.'s..............

Now There, There.

The proverbial bed of Roses................. Where shall I lay?

The comfort of 1000's of O.K.'s.............. oh she is wonderful you know........is the song sung to the treacherous... Whore........

and........... Whore's need love too, let us not forget.

Now get in a comfortable position....... To listen to no ones SHIT!

A Long Line Of Rats.........

A day of Reckoning..........

Judgement Day............

Whom among us will be surprised to learn of being descended from a long line of Rats?

Oh you know your Uncle so and so...  did this or that.............

NO! your kidding right?.... not really..... terrible.

Did you hear about your Auntie......... Noooooooooo she didn't?

Oh yes it is quite true.

Not that horrible is it really though? "Tis Human to Err"

Leads me to think however to carefully pick up and cast that  first stone....

I guess they call them skeletons in the closet.

Even Royalty has its squeaks........ oh you better believe it....  No body is any different or exempt... from one another.

Frankly we are all black sheep... we can only strive to do our best..

and dye our coats.

A Long Line Of Rats.....................

Dribbling Proud.

That is the total sum of it isn't it,  Dribbling?

We come into this life Dribbling We leave Dribbling, But everybody knows better in between.

I was remembering Old Man Dan... I think he was like 80... he was a Dribbler....

My buddy and I were down at the old closed park off the End of the bridge on the Ocean there near Bahia Honda... drinking Red Wine and burning Steaks... talking filthy shit.......

and...... up come from the Shoreline   Old Dribbling Dan... he had piss on his pants.......

We started talking up on Cuba... the 3 of us, Dan had been across on several forays himself... as we have, in search of younger women... to nurse aging cod and here he was on this day before us.... having just dribbled, all over his pants his zipper was down.... seems he had forgotten... and who cares?

In Jest I suggested... hey Dan you can pay my way over for a trip to the Island of  Ripe forbidden fruits... on the heavy laden Mango trees........I can be your body guard and cover your back.

HELL no... his  response.........  well ! excuse me for my proposal... go get your crappy ass beat down into the ground then and   why the hell not?  your going to be dead soon anyhow?.... of course non of us are going to die, don't you know?

Think about that next time your pissing in an old Gatorade bottle... well at least you guys that is, waiting for the last of the dribble to come out gravity feed.

Old Dribbling Dan....  with Piss on the front of his pants.....  I am running up your heels... buddy.

Dribbling Proud.
                                               

Human Clutches

I appreciate that, do you know what your saying? Well, I always thought that it meant to escalate in Value, am I wrong?  Apparently.

Care to argue everything has its Clutches?

Drawing to the craw?

Gnawing through hard calcified shell... until at last we hit the soft , sweet meat.

Well!

Think of it as you WILL  I suppose.......

I appreciate that you know what I am saying?

That I was wrong in my thinking perhaps on the definition of the word appreciate , the best I can figure.

Its the making of the purchase in and of the  'A good mind fucking' .............in and of  ours.........   the    Human Clutches.

Madcappery

He saw her driving by at dawn after her having been out all night at the bar ... she  had needle nose vise-grip pliers attached to the radio tuner dial..............

He was thinking, ' do you feel uncomfortable alone'?

Filling a void with dogs and cats...... ok, ok,ok,         I  relent.

After all  he thought, he was just the mad cap Scientist.

Different stages of honey in a hoop barrel  he dropped a stone and watched the rings emanating out to  shock the perimeter....... and thought to himself about the thickness..... and the speed those rings did travel.

A Recluse- Withdrawn.... enjoy the wrong thing, you know our thought  addictions........

Where is your money she asked.... he told her it was in the mail.

He turned and his body cramped...  he wished she would part and head out on a westerly course,

Come closer she said,  unwilling to see it any other way..... So familiar he thought to himself...

A convenient Parking Slot.

Why should he have it any other way?

The closer you are to the equator the slower the toilet swirls.

Slow the rate of descent  to virtually  nothing and you cant feel the wheels and tires touch the ground

You greased it on three times in a row no chirping ... an advanced technique of art as we know it,  take a bow your master ship.

                                                   
                                                                  Madcappery.