The moon turned purple when the sun went down.
Mac walked down a road in the direction of a town. He could see lights but didn't know how far his walk would be. He heard Slaughter On Tenth Avenue and wondered where it was coming from. There was nothing around. He saw a shadow move off to his right and lit a cigarette. He set down his bag, grabbed a coat and put it on. He saw a car and thought about sticking his thumb out but knew that hadn't worked in years. The car passed him and the shadow moved again. He thought it might be a coyote. He picked up his bag. Everything seemed to playing tricks on him. He wished he was on something that would explain that. He seemed to be gaining on the town but didn't want to get his hopes up. Slaughter on Tenth Avenue ended and he couldn't hear anything but the wind and the wind seemed to be gaining strength.. He missed the song that couldn't have existed since he wasn't around anything that could produce it. He tried to think through his circumstances but that was useless. He wondered why he wanted to get to town. Walking's easy, boring but easy, he thought. The Army taught me that.
The town was hardly a town. By the time he arrived everything was closed and that tempered his enthusiasm. He walked by a store and thought about all the stuff he would buy if it were open. He found a park and laid on a bench.
When the sun rose he walked around until he found a diner. He sat at the counter and waited for the waitress to finish taking the only other customer's order. She brought him a glass of ice water. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked.
Her voice was the first he had heard in he couldn't remember when and that opened up a bunch of questions he couldn't answer and that kind of rattled him.
"No thanks. Could I see a menu?" He asked.
"Of course you can."
She brought him a menu and smiled. "Where are you from?"
"A long way from here."
"I'll give you a minute," she said and walked into the kitchen.
"Montana," he said to himself but that was a lie he thought and laughed.
"I'll take the eggs and hash," he said when she returned.
"Good choice. Would you like toast or an English muffin?"
"Toast."
"Wheat or white?"
"White."
"What's the name of this town?" He asked when she brought him his food.
"You don't know where you are?"
"I know I'm sitting here talking to you."
"Well that's a start. You are in the Little Creek."
"Where is the creek?"
"Take a left out the door and another left at the stop sign and you will run into it.
6.13.2015
6.12.2015
Mac and Mary
Mary sighed, "is the summer ever going to end?" she asked.
Mac shrugged and lit a cigarette.
"You can't smoke."
"Why not?"
"The law."
"Fuck the law."
Mary smiled, "they fuck back."
Mac laughed, "sure enough" and dropped his cigarette in an empty bottle.
A couple walked in. Mary took their order. Mac walked to the jukebox and gave it a five dollar bill. "What do you all want to hear?"
"Free Bird," Brown yelled.
Free Bird it is he thought.
"Do you want another Bud?" Mary asked.
"Yeah why not," Mac said.
"Don't take his money," Brown said.
"I have too. You're not good for it."
Brown laughed.
Mac handed her a ten, "Keep the change. What does Brown owe you?"
"About fifty," Mary said.
Mac handed her four twenties. "That should do him for awhile."
"Not as long as you would think."
"I"ll have a double," Brown said and smiled.
"You are such an asshole," Mary said and poured him a glass of whiskey.
"It's a free country."
"Where are you from?" The man that walked in with the woman asked.
"Georgia," Brown said.
"Passing through?" The man asked.
"Not sure," Brown said, "we kinda like it here, ha Mac."
"It's OK," he said and smiled at her.
She flipped him off.
"We like it," the man said.
"How about you?" Brown asked the man's companion and walked across the room and played Rock and Roll, Hoochie Cue on the jukebox. "Would you like to dance?"
"She's not interested Brown," Mary said.
"How do you know?" Brown asked.
"It doesn't take a detective,"
Mac laughed.
"What's so funny?" the man asked.
"Yeah what's so funny?" Brown asked. "Do you want to dance or not?"
"She doesn't."
"Fuck you Mary," Brown said.
"Where in Georgia?" The man asked. "I've spent some time in and around Atlanta."
"West Georgia," Brown said.
"Why don't you tell them why you are here," Mary asked.
Brown laughed. "Because Mac thinks you look like that chick on TV."
"The reason you're in Arizona," Mary said.
"I'm from here," Mac said.
"If I told them that I would have to kill them," Brown whispered to Mary. "And you."
"Mac will you get him out of here. I don't want to 86 your' friend."
"Come on Brown lets go across the street," Mac said.
"She still owes me a bunch of drinks," Brown said.
"Buy the bar a round," Mac said.
Mac and Brown left the bar and walked across the street to another bar. "I don't know what you see in her," Brown said.
"You don't have too," Mac said. Mac bought Brown a beer. "I'll be right back."
"You're a fucking idiot," Brown said.
Mac walked across the street.
"Where's your' friend?" The man with the woman asked.
"What's it to you?" Mac said.
"I was just wondering."
Mary brought Mac a beer. "My brother's picking him up in a couple hours and driving him across the border," Mac said.
"Good," Mary said.
"I don't know why you can't put up with him for a couple hours."
"I don't know why you put up with him for as long as you have."
"He's my friend," Mac said and smiled.
"I know."
Mac left a twenty on the bar and walked across the street and called his brother. His brother said he would meet him at the bar in a about an hour.
"My brother will be here in an hour," Mac said to Brown.
"I'm not sure I want to go," Brown said.
"What else can you do?"
"I don't know. I sure fucked up."
"You sure did. So what."
"What will I do down there?"
"You'll figure it out."
"What if I just stay here?"
"You don't like it here and in a matter of time they would find you."
Brown laughed.
"I think it's going to rain," Mac said.
"Thank God."
"I hate the rain."
"What are you going to do?"
"Go back."
"What about Mary?"
"What about her?"
"I thought you were in love or something."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Lets go outside and stand in the rain for awhile."
"What do I owe you?" Mac asked the bartender.
"Twelve dollars."
Mac handed him a twenty. They walked outside. It hadn't stated raining. They walked to a park. Mac sat on bench, lit a cigarette and gave on to Brown. Maybe I can finish this before the rain hits he thought. Dark clouds rolled over their heads. They were moving pretty fast.
Mac shrugged and lit a cigarette.
"You can't smoke."
"Why not?"
"The law."
"Fuck the law."
Mary smiled, "they fuck back."
Mac laughed, "sure enough" and dropped his cigarette in an empty bottle.
A couple walked in. Mary took their order. Mac walked to the jukebox and gave it a five dollar bill. "What do you all want to hear?"
"Free Bird," Brown yelled.
Free Bird it is he thought.
"Do you want another Bud?" Mary asked.
"Yeah why not," Mac said.
"Don't take his money," Brown said.
"I have too. You're not good for it."
Brown laughed.
Mac handed her a ten, "Keep the change. What does Brown owe you?"
"About fifty," Mary said.
Mac handed her four twenties. "That should do him for awhile."
"Not as long as you would think."
"I"ll have a double," Brown said and smiled.
"You are such an asshole," Mary said and poured him a glass of whiskey.
"It's a free country."
"Where are you from?" The man that walked in with the woman asked.
"Georgia," Brown said.
"Passing through?" The man asked.
"Not sure," Brown said, "we kinda like it here, ha Mac."
"It's OK," he said and smiled at her.
She flipped him off.
"We like it," the man said.
"How about you?" Brown asked the man's companion and walked across the room and played Rock and Roll, Hoochie Cue on the jukebox. "Would you like to dance?"
"She's not interested Brown," Mary said.
"How do you know?" Brown asked.
"It doesn't take a detective,"
Mac laughed.
"What's so funny?" the man asked.
"Yeah what's so funny?" Brown asked. "Do you want to dance or not?"
"She doesn't."
"Fuck you Mary," Brown said.
"Where in Georgia?" The man asked. "I've spent some time in and around Atlanta."
"West Georgia," Brown said.
"Why don't you tell them why you are here," Mary asked.
Brown laughed. "Because Mac thinks you look like that chick on TV."
"The reason you're in Arizona," Mary said.
"I'm from here," Mac said.
"If I told them that I would have to kill them," Brown whispered to Mary. "And you."
"Mac will you get him out of here. I don't want to 86 your' friend."
"Come on Brown lets go across the street," Mac said.
"She still owes me a bunch of drinks," Brown said.
"Buy the bar a round," Mac said.
Mac and Brown left the bar and walked across the street to another bar. "I don't know what you see in her," Brown said.
"You don't have too," Mac said. Mac bought Brown a beer. "I'll be right back."
"You're a fucking idiot," Brown said.
Mac walked across the street.
"Where's your' friend?" The man with the woman asked.
"What's it to you?" Mac said.
"I was just wondering."
Mary brought Mac a beer. "My brother's picking him up in a couple hours and driving him across the border," Mac said.
"Good," Mary said.
"I don't know why you can't put up with him for a couple hours."
"I don't know why you put up with him for as long as you have."
"He's my friend," Mac said and smiled.
"I know."
Mac left a twenty on the bar and walked across the street and called his brother. His brother said he would meet him at the bar in a about an hour.
"My brother will be here in an hour," Mac said to Brown.
"I'm not sure I want to go," Brown said.
"What else can you do?"
"I don't know. I sure fucked up."
"You sure did. So what."
"What will I do down there?"
"You'll figure it out."
"What if I just stay here?"
"You don't like it here and in a matter of time they would find you."
Brown laughed.
"I think it's going to rain," Mac said.
"Thank God."
"I hate the rain."
"What are you going to do?"
"Go back."
"What about Mary?"
"What about her?"
"I thought you were in love or something."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Lets go outside and stand in the rain for awhile."
"What do I owe you?" Mac asked the bartender.
"Twelve dollars."
Mac handed him a twenty. They walked outside. It hadn't stated raining. They walked to a park. Mac sat on bench, lit a cigarette and gave on to Brown. Maybe I can finish this before the rain hits he thought. Dark clouds rolled over their heads. They were moving pretty fast.
5.21.2015
Hippidy Hop
butt cheek
butt cheek
poop in the box
butt cheek
butt cheek
poop in the box
pee in the face
pee in the face
butt cheek
poop in the box
butt cheek
butt cheek
poop in the box
pee in the face
pee in the face
Science Fiction I
He got out of the Army a year after the war between the capitalists and the last communists started. When his hitch was up he worked for the Red Cross for awhile, sold drugs, built a church and started a much needed hospital.
Black blood roared out of him like the Mississippi. He felt like John Wayne at the end of The Sands of Iwo Jima. Don't they all feel like the Duke when their fate is to die, in a far off almost forgotten land, protecting the rights of like minded but less empowered people?
His nurse smiled. "It's a miracle you're alive, buster."
She has a nice smile, he thought, tried to smile and said softly, "it ain't no miracle Ma'am."
"It kind of is," she said and walked across the room to attend to another solider.
He thought about his buddy, Brown. Where is he? Is he dead? Could he be that lucky he thought and tried to laugh. Tubes invaded his body, fluids drained out and flowed in. He laid on his bed and stared at a banner. Through These Doors Come the Most Deserving of Men, our Patients. He waited for the nurse. Sometimes it took a couple minutes, sometimes a couple hours or days. They all ran together. He slept a lot.
The room was dark red, music blasted,"I Want To Rock And Roll All Night And Party Every Day." A man and a woman sat at a table sharing a bottle of rum. She wore a blue dress, he wore jungle fatigues. "Do you want another?" she asked.
He laughed. "What do you think?"
"You don't want to know," she said and poured.
"Probably not."
"What are you still doing here?"
He shrugged. "What difference does that make."
"It doesn't. I heard you were in the Middle East . I guess I heard wrong."
"I never left."
"I heard that too"
"Lets get out of here," he said and drained his glass.
He took her to an Embassy, surrounded by people who had lost all hope for what they barley hoped for. "A pity," he said.
An NCO opened the gate.
"They don't want to be saved," she said.
"Hurry," the NCO yelled.
"Why are they climbing the gate?"
"They don't know what else to do."
"I can relate to that."
"Bullshit."
He waited until he saw her chopper clear the trees. The guard told him at the gate that he might not have an embassy to come back to if he left. Soldiers ran down the street shooting their rifles over their shoulders at an advancing tornado. The revolution is over he thought and headed to his bar, and
it's probably a good thing.
A Native was singing Sweet Dreams on a sophisticated sound stage, under state of the art lights. "Sacrilege," he said to himself and walked behind the bar. "Where did you find her?"
Brown smiled. "She found me."
"She can't sing."
"We're packed."
"We're always packed."
"So it don't matter. She looks good and gives great head. The men love her."
"I bet. Looks like the shit finally hit the fan."
"It was always going to. I'm going to miss it though."
"Yeah it was a blast. When's her break?"
Brown laughed. "You want to play thirty one?"
"Why not?"
"What the fuck!" Brown yelled. A tank somewhere behind him blew holes in the forest. A jet overhead dropped napalm in the holes. Soldiers lay all over the field. Brown seemed to be the only uninjured man in his squad.
Mac laughed. "Nothing happened man. This is a dream."
"You wish. I have to find Jackson and get you a dust off."
"Jackson's dead," Mac said and pointed at a tree. Jackson was laying behind it.
"This is fucked."
They both laughed. Brown found Jackson's radio and called the dust off. A specialist on the other end told Brown he had to get to a secure LZ two clicks south. Brown threw Mac on his shoulders and ran.
Someone knocked on his door. "What?"
"Get up. It's five."
He opened a window.
"A yellow bird
with a yellow bill
was sitting
on my window sill.
I lured him in
with a piece of bread
and than I smashed
his fucking head."
He pulled on his sweats and a T-shirt and followed the choir of voices through the woods to a creek. Brown handed him a cup and a rifle. He sat on a rock and took a swig. "They should fly over that tree in about five minutes," Brown said.
Black blood roared out of him like the Mississippi. He felt like John Wayne at the end of The Sands of Iwo Jima. Don't they all feel like the Duke when their fate is to die, in a far off almost forgotten land, protecting the rights of like minded but less empowered people?
His nurse smiled. "It's a miracle you're alive, buster."
She has a nice smile, he thought, tried to smile and said softly, "it ain't no miracle Ma'am."
"It kind of is," she said and walked across the room to attend to another solider.
He thought about his buddy, Brown. Where is he? Is he dead? Could he be that lucky he thought and tried to laugh. Tubes invaded his body, fluids drained out and flowed in. He laid on his bed and stared at a banner. Through These Doors Come the Most Deserving of Men, our Patients. He waited for the nurse. Sometimes it took a couple minutes, sometimes a couple hours or days. They all ran together. He slept a lot.
The room was dark red, music blasted,"I Want To Rock And Roll All Night And Party Every Day." A man and a woman sat at a table sharing a bottle of rum. She wore a blue dress, he wore jungle fatigues. "Do you want another?" she asked.
He laughed. "What do you think?"
"You don't want to know," she said and poured.
"Probably not."
"What are you still doing here?"
He shrugged. "What difference does that make."
"It doesn't. I heard you were in the Middle East . I guess I heard wrong."
"I never left."
"I heard that too"
"Lets get out of here," he said and drained his glass.
He took her to an Embassy, surrounded by people who had lost all hope for what they barley hoped for. "A pity," he said.
An NCO opened the gate.
"They don't want to be saved," she said.
"Hurry," the NCO yelled.
"Why are they climbing the gate?"
"They don't know what else to do."
"I can relate to that."
"Bullshit."
He waited until he saw her chopper clear the trees. The guard told him at the gate that he might not have an embassy to come back to if he left. Soldiers ran down the street shooting their rifles over their shoulders at an advancing tornado. The revolution is over he thought and headed to his bar, and
it's probably a good thing.
A Native was singing Sweet Dreams on a sophisticated sound stage, under state of the art lights. "Sacrilege," he said to himself and walked behind the bar. "Where did you find her?"
Brown smiled. "She found me."
"She can't sing."
"We're packed."
"We're always packed."
"So it don't matter. She looks good and gives great head. The men love her."
"I bet. Looks like the shit finally hit the fan."
"It was always going to. I'm going to miss it though."
"Yeah it was a blast. When's her break?"
Brown laughed. "You want to play thirty one?"
"Why not?"
"What the fuck!" Brown yelled. A tank somewhere behind him blew holes in the forest. A jet overhead dropped napalm in the holes. Soldiers lay all over the field. Brown seemed to be the only uninjured man in his squad.
Mac laughed. "Nothing happened man. This is a dream."
"You wish. I have to find Jackson and get you a dust off."
"Jackson's dead," Mac said and pointed at a tree. Jackson was laying behind it.
"This is fucked."
They both laughed. Brown found Jackson's radio and called the dust off. A specialist on the other end told Brown he had to get to a secure LZ two clicks south. Brown threw Mac on his shoulders and ran.
Someone knocked on his door. "What?"
"Get up. It's five."
He opened a window.
"A yellow bird
with a yellow bill
was sitting
on my window sill.
I lured him in
with a piece of bread
and than I smashed
his fucking head."
He pulled on his sweats and a T-shirt and followed the choir of voices through the woods to a creek. Brown handed him a cup and a rifle. He sat on a rock and took a swig. "They should fly over that tree in about five minutes," Brown said.
2.16.2015
For My Love
when it's all said and done
at the end of the line
beside the river I never crossed
sit on a rock
light a cigarette
watch the sun go down
recall your smile
for what it's worth
not a lot
all I have
never enough
even for me
doesn't matter now
I never wrote that song
or remembered the story
at the end of the line
beside the river I never crossed
sit on a rock
light a cigarette
watch the sun go down
recall your smile
for what it's worth
not a lot
all I have
never enough
even for me
doesn't matter now
I never wrote that song
or remembered the story
2.09.2015
My Rap
The 57th annual Grammy awards = excellence in recording
yeah right
I kept hearing one of the worst songs in the history of the recording industry
on repeat because it kept winning awards
and that's cool
cause what should I expect
something great
why not
'cause collectively we are a bunch of idiots
or are we force fed crap because that's what will keep us in line
I don't like standing in line
and I sure ain't down with the shit they were selling last night
yet I watched
what does that say about me
nothing good that's for sure
and when something decent finally broke through the muck and won
some hip hopper walked to the stage like he was going to steal it
and afterward he said that the guy that won should respect the artistry
of the hack he thinks should have won
respect?
hell that mother fucker doesn't even respect the artists that he steals from
in order to create the shit that makes him rich and powerful enough to act like an asshole on TV
yeah right
I kept hearing one of the worst songs in the history of the recording industry
on repeat because it kept winning awards
and that's cool
cause what should I expect
something great
why not
'cause collectively we are a bunch of idiots
or are we force fed crap because that's what will keep us in line
I don't like standing in line
and I sure ain't down with the shit they were selling last night
yet I watched
what does that say about me
nothing good that's for sure
and when something decent finally broke through the muck and won
some hip hopper walked to the stage like he was going to steal it
and afterward he said that the guy that won should respect the artistry
of the hack he thinks should have won
respect?
hell that mother fucker doesn't even respect the artists that he steals from
in order to create the shit that makes him rich and powerful enough to act like an asshole on TV
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