Thursday, September 8, 2016

daniel boone





daniel boone was a mighty man
a mighty man was he
he carried a long long rifle
and slept beneath a tree

daniel was not as one man
but had the strength of ten
he marched all through the wilderness
and marched back out again

some say he never did the things
that he was said to do
but i believe he did them
because his heart was true

daniel boone killed indians
like you and me kill flies
who knows what scenes of hate and death
passed before his eyes



Wednesday, September 7, 2016

benjamin harrison




spencer perceval was prime minister of england
but nobody knew who he was

benjamin harrison was president of the united states
but nobody knew who he was

they were pious men who knew their bible
and took their responsibilities seriously

sometimes benjamin harrison would get up
and look out the window at the white house lawn

and think, i am president of the united states
but nobody knows who i am

sometimes i think i am just like benjamin harrison
and i am not even president of the united states



Monday, March 7, 2016

jerry the human and spot the dog, part 4


for previous episode, click here

to begin at the beginning, click here





as we previously mentioned, jerry was descended from many other humans.

how many, he couldn't say. determining exactly how many was difficult. few humans cared to investigate the subject, or found it interesting.

at first glance, the math was easy. each person had two parents, therefore four grandparents, eight great grandparents, sixteen great great grandparents, etc. so by this math every person is descended from about 1,500,000,000,000,000,000 persons after sixty generations.


this is obviously untrue as there have never been so many people.

in jerry's time he could have gone to a library and found books which would have told him that therefore every person alive in his day was descended from every person alive sixty generations (twenty centuries) ago. but obviously this can not be true either. they might be related to every person alive then, but they can't be descended from them all because many people live and die with no descendants.

and many others leave descendants but their "line" dies out when their descendants leave none. and the "line", once broken, is never picked up. and nobody can be descended from a person who has no descendants.


because it is possible. though unlikely, that one person could be descended from another after sixty generations but only inherit 1/1,500,000,000,000,000,000th of their "genes".

there must have been a lot of people at the time of john the baptist or nero who are the “ancestors” of an awful lot of people walking the earth today. or - maybe there are only a few of them.

and what about pockets of “primitive” people who hardly had any contact with the “outside world” until the 19th or 20th century?


take anybody alive today - might there have been only about ten or twenty people at the time of the pharaohs that they are descended from?

and here is something else - everybody has a string of male descendants - father’s father’s father’s etc - and female descendants - mother’s mother’s mother’s mother - going all the way back to before “homo sapiens”.

think about it! somewhere in the world (africa?) in the year 3,000,000 b c there was a sort of human who was your father’s father’s father…. and a sort of human female who was your mother’s mother’s mother… did they meet? did they mate? if there was just one little tribe or just a few tribes raiding and fighting each other, maybe they did…


jerry would get to thinking about these things and forget where he was.

“why are you sitting in the dark, jerry?” his grandmother asked him when she got home from work. she had a big brown bag of groceries in her arms.

“oh — uh — i guess i kind of dozed off.” jerry mumbled.

“your eyes were wide open,” his grandmother, whose name was pearl, said as she took her coat off. “you must have been thinking about something.”

jerry started to explain to pearl what he had been thinking about.


“why do you think about stuff like that?” she interrupted him after he went on for about minute and a half.

“it just interests me.”

“you shouldn’t be interested in stuff, it’s a waste of time. you should do stuff, that way you make can money and support yourself,” pearl told jerry, in a kindly voice.

pearl picked up the bag of groceries and headed for the kitchen. “come on, help me make dinner. i got some nice potatoes on sale, you can peel some.”


jerry got up and followed pearl into the kitchen.

“i hope you like potatoes because we are going to be eating these for at least a week,” said pearl.

“that’s all right, i am used to potatoes,” jerry told her.

*

meanwhile, back at the animal shelter, spot was alone with his thoughts, after a meager dinner of very dry dog food and a little water.

contrary to jerry’s theories, spot knew very well why he had been put in the shelter and had some very definite views on the subject.

spot knew other things, too. things of which jerry, and the rest of the human race, did not dare to dream.

to be continued


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

ash





worse than anything that has gone before

*

i as no go fu the pogiz ded man - no way

*

no mo sef steam

*

when they got back to the hideout, they laughed their asses off

*

shine the light

*

everything is more real after it already happens

*

after the other side beat the shit out of him, he had trouble thinking and talking, and his own friends lost interest in him

*

he didn’t mind the constipation - that was between him and god - but not fitting into his uniform made him lose his self-esteem

*

almost thirty years old - and no war in sight! he wondered if he would ever join the hero’s hall of fame

*

now that he was locked up, and would be talking to interrogators instead of to his victims, he would need a new vocabulary

*

the guards were not bad guys after you got to know them. they were all perverts too.

*



volcano





somebody tried to talk to me the other day

*

quite an experience

*

short attention span

*

i just like to watch the red sox games and not get too alive

*

you know

*

jack didn’t like to talk but he was easily enraged

*

there was this guy

*

when the missionary saw the volcano looming through the mist, his heart began to beat rapidly and he forgot to pray

*

that’s a dirty shame

*

george brady had mores jokes to tell than any man in the county. you name it, he had a joke about it. where did he get them?

*

it all started in the schoolyard

*

god was watching, but he wasn’t listening

*

even then, when they were just starting out, they specialized

*

everybody has their own style - it can’t be learned or unlearned

*

speak up, young man

*



Wednesday, March 25, 2015

like a movie





you know how
it is when

you just
happen

to see
somebody

you know from
a second

or third floor
window or

from a bus
window it’s

like they are
in a movie

and they don't
see you and


they don't know
you see them

and even
if you don’t

like them or
forgot them

and never
want to talk

to them again
they look so

sad and lost
and alone



Saturday, February 14, 2015

lunch hour





the maidens who work in the miasma of moloch's malaria
move their feet slowly
and their pocketbooks calmly
in the pure blue afternoon of atlantis

the flower seller has survived
but the man who sold newspapers (printed on paper) is history
and the shoe shine man has been written out of the history
which has itself been burned in the blast furnace of buck rogers's blueberry pies

i would like to ask the flower seller
the secret of her enduring fame
but the curtain of caution falls over me like catwoman's caressing camellias
as don fernando tunes his piano for his final performance outside the newly opened panera's


someday - very soon
savants will remember panera, and ruby tuesdays, and dunkin donuts
as the flashing emblems and impregnable strongholds
of a lost empire

and nothing , not even the smiles of aging maidens
opening their pocketbooks to buy flowers in the blue afternoon of betelgeuse
from the last flower vendor in the expanding universe
is so sad as a lost empire



Friday, January 16, 2015

movie poem





life is a
movie, as

long as you
can buy a

large diet
pepsi, and

a big box
of sno caps,

and find a
seat in the

darkness, and
get through the

previews, all
will be well



Wednesday, January 7, 2015

creation





i was walking
down the street

and i saw some
regular people

just regular people
not famous

not crazy
nothing in particular

just regular people
lots of them

i kept seeing them
they just kept on coming

young and old
but mostly old

the world is getting old
that's just a fact

and i thought

these are just regular people

regular people
being regular

i don't know what else
i expected

but there they were
and are

they just keep rolling along
and cats and dogs

and hamsters and tropical fish
and other creatures too

creation
there you have it, my friend



Friday, May 10, 2013

memoir



i sat on the wall at midnight
watching the tide

the black waves rolled and swelled
without a trace of foam

the rain began to fall
like bullets

one drop, two drops
then a million

i was never so alone
and never so happy

and what i now tremble before
i faced without fear