A Life Of Living on the Fringes....... I am grateful for.

No Problem should exist.

It is somebody else's   Revolt.

I was talking to Jo Anne in my dreams she died some years ago... she was married to the local attorney... Sam.

Often she would come to Co' Co's kitchen and order a coffee to go, I might be out front cleaning up the walkway...

She seemed to be at ease with herself......  always had time for a few words....... before she strolled out to her car and left.

A gentle rain.

She died of Cancer later I heard...............

I wonder if she knew at the time....?

I didn't.

Placid....... I guess that is the word I am looking for.. she seemed placid, perhaps in retrospect it was self resignation  on her part?

I was up by the old Scotty's in between there and the Eckards drug store...  I was messing with my old dump truck...  That had an expired license plate...I had been out of town a good while and the law enforcement car was nearby with two agents in it... I stepped deliberate into their line of  sight to block the bad sticker date...... It worked... or either they saw it and did not really care.

As I spoke with her briefly in passing........  I had been in a fire fight as of recent then ... and nearly been missed by a bullet, it was exciting.

As she walked away I felt it was important and inflated my ego to exaggerate and tell her the story before she left.

Every once and a while you meet a truly nice person... a sincere person...

It strikes me as   sad she died so young...  must of really been so for her husband......

Why would you have a dream out of the blue about some one you once barely knew but remember so well in  the briefness of circumstance and reminisce about her demeanor towards yourself?

Just to share a moment a few words or two....   unhurriedly  and speaking  about nothing much.

What was it? ....  a life............of

knowing some of the unusual and

living on the Fringes........ I am  grateful for.

Sometimes Nothing Stands To Reason

A seedy Palm lined Street in Barahona Dominican Republic just short of the Haitian Batays on the two Countries borders..........

Disco Music was thumping loud  in the background.... the  female vocalist was damn near screaming out the lyrics   'Who Contradict Me'    near the dance floor... with the mirrored ball suspended above and spinning.

She was a Latina cop with a hard body on the local Police force.. on the take.

She was working a crime a murder nearby that occurred with a blade of some sort.

She wore a khaki shirt with no bra.. loosely buttoned.

She had on Gold Rings and Chains to match.

A White dog was in the Walkway behind the gate where the apartment was he had rented...  she was asking questions of him,  a real dump of a place.. a bed, light, fan and window...... with a shared shower and shitter.

He called the window the Puerta.. it was actually easier to get inside his room thru the window then the door from outside.. he kind of liked that feature... especially when he had been drinking rum....

He ran a line on her she was not easy he had to convince her... she accepted  she would meet him later for some good sex, a hard body cop non the less he thought.

Emily was here name...

He stopped and figured to himself as he began to unbutton her khaki blouse..  ' That is the trouble with the world..... forgone conclusions'

He grew excited at the co co color of her skin.

The family he came from was arguing around the table...  his Uncle had said something about Talent Will Out and his mother was expounding on what a piece of Shit Hitler was......

He thought about it and came to the conclusion.......

                        'Sometimes nothing stands to reason'

Emotional Reeling........

The two women of his dreams thought he was hysterically funny.... once he opened his mouth.......

As he went through the cupboards ..........fumbling with the white plastic bowls...

Muttering........

He went on to explain to them about wanting to find a bowl with  holes in it, he might need it later to use as a sieve,  he acted all lost and confused putting on,        They laughed hysterically......... giggling.........

The one went on to explain she was having a Hurricane,  A tantrum......... that was an emotional breakdown.... in her own terms and way of putting it...........
that was  roaringly  funny to say it that way.. according to her... the poor dear she was having a 'Hurricane'.

The other girl was quite pretty... He complimented her by saying      'When your parents got together they must of had on their really good Jeans.... (genes) ................. the all had a good laugh with him over that.

'Poor Tonto'.. that was her  pet name for his Pecker... she addressed him by saying    'poor Tonto is almost all worn out isn't he, '  as she rubbed oil on him gently, He liked that.

The Ladies were  first Nation  native girls...... from the Ochmarry Tribe.......

He was going to start working with them tomorrow....

At a closed cost, but not really that great of Pay, the benefits were nice however.

They all had a good laugh, they thought he was funny.... any color he was.

 The dissipating  of angst  due to the laughter   of   having a Hurricane  come along,  a.k.a.  an  Emotional Reeling......................

The Ghosts of being Young, Free and Wild........

Perky on Sugarloaf Key down in the Florida Keys was sort of like an Oasis in the Desert... albeit a semi tropical one... it could be a hot fucker of a day.

It was the inbetween time... you know between the early days and the now gone days......

Free and Wild is for Young people........... in love and horses in a lightening storms out on the prairie or plains.

He was out in the landscaping trailer within eyesight of the bar.. trying to get one of his boots off to get a stone out of his sock.. that was driving him ape shit....   not one but two of the Hotty's sucking down alcohol in the sweaty bar were giving him the eye.... as he made half a fool of himself.... dancing around on one foot in the back of the open trailer, everybody laughed all the time about mostly everything... because frankly everything was a Joke.......

It was kind of like the Wild West I suppose... drinking doubles of the cheap shit... and not even knowing, caring or thinking about it....

The bartender had curly greasy hair.. but a truly happy person....  everybody  was loud back then...

yelling and jesting with the bartender...   yelling  a drink over here... the girl sits down with him  the bartender heads out to bring the drink  across the room ... at just the right moment he yells make it two.. the bartender stops and turns around making the second drink and starts to head out again.. once again at just the precise moment...  he hollers out..   Make them doubles.... the bartender now for the third time third time spins around...  the genuine smile never left his face... or the curls of hair falling down on his forehead....

All that was not too far from the Bat Tower....... the bartender knew I was poking at him... and it was o.k. it was all in good mutual fun....  his payback if any was to get us so drunk we would pass out and wind up on an all nighter  sleeping in the parking lot.. and then off to work again... it was not about a big tip....... though he got one.

Ghosts climbing up into the rafters afraid to come down  but do and .........out of nowhere near the Bat Tower Loosening up.

The Ghosts of Being Young free and wild.

The Woodsmen's Daughter.

The first the later........

The later the first...........

I am not trying to rhyme the verse..........

Just did.........

Deep in the woods... Huge Pines and Cypress....... biggest ever seen......

Some famous singer owned the adjoining land... like Kenny Rogers  or somebody......

The houses and barn were constructed of very wide planks.......

"She Ain't  Found Love Yet though known a couple" every word freely drifted  and could be heard with the piano, as the musician practiced his craft.

Oh look the old blue truck there she sits...  was it the  same one I accidently ran the cat over with?

I felt terrible about that..... its was such a beautiful full grown young cat... he had grown comfortable laying behind the rear wheel while the truck was idling  for some time after a repair  I hopped in and backed right over him...   it was wretched...

The poor people lived next door... damn  his daughter was fine...

He passed thru the nearby Hospital.. the nurses were laughing...  at the songs next verse

"Hard come, never know ya"

The poor people that lived in the trailer next to the well off musician... had a muddy  country road leading up to their place..
 the truck stopped running... it won't go and he was stuck in this strange enchanting mythical place.

The man came out and shook his hand in a knowing genuine way.... that is when his daughter passed  by wearing those  funky  square toed shoe boots... and black spandex britches... you could see her ass crack ....

She was very unique looking... an interesting shaped ass and  kind of sandy blondish hair... wild...... interesting jaw line.. testy attitude too. The man was wanting to sell the truck but he had lost the title...  gosh she was so feminine....  that was it that was what drove him wild, he was fearing he was too old for her.... he did not want to come across as an old turd.. but he still held desire.

He went back up to the blacktop road.. a truck went by.. towing a house on a trailer... there was fire coming out the back window of the house , but the driver did not know... and he had no way of alerting  him to it..

Later low and behold the house was sitting in the woods off to the side of the road burning still...

apparently abandoned....  he got it now... took him a bit of time... the driver was only looking to dump off the house in the woods...  so he did not really care much that if one of the rooms was on fire, and need not have been alerted in the first place so let it burn, let it burn.

Reptiles That Attack!

He was escorted into a locked room where a certain type or   ( Brand )   of reptile was Kept with a nasty bite.

The keeper of the keys to the doors   the  uniformed man  informed  him upon his unwitting  entrance into the room...            'Oh by the way they attack....',      

As he looked up and saw one coming across the floor at him.... he ran into the next room slamming the door behind him  to get away  into a room he found with even more reptiles ... it was where the  eggs and  hatchling's were kept....  Heavens........... He thought,         oh Dear............... he even grew dizzy...

The whole thing nearly scared him to death......... next he was directed to look into a plastic shopping bag for something to protect him.. by  the Official uniformed   keeper of the door...  inside the bag  to his surprise or dismay  was only a package  of rice and some cheap almost spoiled lunch meat that was to be  used to feed the venomous creatures.... there was nothing inside the balsa  that would protect him as  the keeper had indicated.... the lying fuck... well, perhaps he was simply mistaken and thought it was in there?

It never even crossed his mind to feed one,     BUT,

He was often  one to accept and give the benefit of a doubt fairly freely....... so he thought..... to himself.

Well he found himself running next..... I suppose in retrospect it could be viewed as funny him running around in a locked room with poisonous reptiles in pursuit ... but at the moment he was going through it... it was more frightening to him then funny.......

He got out of the room and away,  grateful ........... and breathing a sigh,     from the..............

Reptiles That Attack!

Turn your Visions

It was a familiar voice.... maybe it was Bruce Springsteen singing...........

Its like having something on the tip of your tongue...

Its so familiar.......

The lyrics.......

Turn your visions towards the road:

Let the millions obey:

Read a book:

Write a play:

Learn a musical instrument:

Turn back the clock......

Fly an OV 10........ with the Black Ponies ........

Turn your Visions.