Jackspace

“What do you want if you don’t want love?
Why do you want
What you thinking of?
My love or money
Well it just ain’t enough
What do you want if you don’t want love?

You make me pay and pay
I gave it all away
I gave it all
I’m bleedin’ for you
I’ve been looking for an ideal sound
I’ve been looking for an ideal you

But you don’t exist
But you don’t exist

What do you want if you don’t want love?
Why do you want
What you thinking of?

But you don’t exist
But you don’t exist

My dirty money well there just ain’t enough
What do you want if you don’t want love?
I’ve been pissed on, now I’m confused
I’ve been beaten, truly abused
I gave my soul away and had it refused
Well that’s the only part that you haven’t used”

. . . people too.

Some day we’ll wonder what took so long

Guillaume Appolinaire

“i was just a teenaged jesus freak
got drunk on punk and then i felt my feet
tried to make a madman a saint
but i jumped before his psychopathic train”

Velvet star sat next to me on the bus this a.m., smile on her face, she makes her way to the very back of the bus and is seated. Somehow, before the bus even started moving, this charmer on her opposite side manages to spill half his bottle of soda on himself and her. Her first reaction was to move onto my lap. But the star of the show was Mr Soda jerk who manages to splash more on her as he’s profusely dipping his sweatshirt in the pool he created on her seat.

OK, crisis over, the girl is re-seated and everyone gets off the bus . . . it had broke down right there at the stop. The girl got off the bus with everyone else. Basically having come onboard to get doused in soda and then go home.

game over

“What became of the teenaged jesus freak? He’s still making noise and making heat.”

“It ain’t free so,
it ain’t easy, yeah.”

We weren’t excusing ourselves of valor or even modesty. All we knew was there in front of us loomed the biggest lemon ever seen by a human, much less by two.

Not sure what overcame me, but I realized someone had to roll his sleeves up and climb the damned thing. So I got right to it. NO fussin’ around ya know d’ere hey.

I leaned down to lend her a hand but she had already went around. So smoke on all sides, we began the ascent. It was real steep. Like climbing a bushy wall . . . plenty of places to anchor your feet, but always precarious. You had to maintain a certain rhythmn and when you did you could almost effortlessly bounce up a few feet with each cycle. This we kept up and by nightfall we were at the top. Looking down I realized we hadn’t gone too far, maybe eight to nine inches. But it was an eternity in itself.

Floss stream river of abandoned cascading dominoes toppling over falls, and glistening rocks, and sun-drenched green tree dawn. You look out over the ridge and you can catch the dragonsfly silhouetted against the horizon the air is so clear. Where were you in that pale dawn? Where were you when everything turned to dust?