A.G.E's Joint

I'm an old man Yelling at clouds I can't be heard Over thunder's din What was Is now the opposite And I'm to believe The opposite was truth. But truth and falsehood Are man's inventions Something to explain away Something to large to understand.

We come back to Edisto Here to listen To the silence of the lambs. Driven by the wolves of profit To other, weaker pastures. Pulling out our wooden spoons We begin to eat our gruel It's the only thing left from Our trip in our minds.

She is in the room again Sweeping the floor Dusting the blinds As I go through the file cabinets Of life. I move to another room And she is there again Polishing the silver Mopping up the spill I had Anonymous and silent She moves from station To station Never to leave My dream.

Steaming pavement ahead of me, I gunned the El Dorado down the Turnpike, wind blowing through my hair.  The 417 and Trashcoast Parkway faded into the rear view. No more Mickey for me.   A life long dream to stick it to man had borne fruit. I'd be picking up Mary in Boca and head to Candle Key.  She had most of the supplies for the boat.  Even if we are spotted,  a title search would trace it to a Grand Cayman shell corporation with a completely fictions board of directors. We'll drink and dance with one hand free , leaving the wreckage behind. You see, I had perfected a scam.  Logging on to unsuspecting blog sites hawking Le Parfait .  The latest in super anti aging cream for women with lots of money and more competition.  Only, the site that I sent them to was just a mirror.  A perfect clone of the original where I gathered more information than their Experian account.  And over the last several months I had mined the data f...

"Hey, Jerry.  I really appreciate this." Mike said as they pulled up to the bungalow.  "I really don't know what got into Jane.  It was something had possessed her." "No problem." Jerry said. "I was wondering when she was going to blow.  You know I saw her with that black guy at the end of the block." "Yeah.  That why I really didn't feel bad when all that happened with Susan.  I was prepared to pack up and go, but not to have a knife thrown at.me. "I think I would have called the cops." "Nah, It wasn't worth it." Mike laughed as he shut the car door, "Susan more than made it up." They came up the sidewalk, Jerry stopped to pet Hal, the long haired cat as he wound his way around his legs.   Mike rang the door bell and then stepped back.  He really wondered if it was really worth it to get the few things that were left. The last image he had was Jane's round, scarlet face surrounded by t...

Yeah.  Another day.  Can't say it wasn't productive.  You know, I really can hustle when I'm sober.  Carry a lot more, too.  Those Mexicans do know how to party and leave a huge mess for a guy like me to clean up. Homeless?  Why, yes I am.  Thank you for asking.  How I got here is none of your damn business, though.  You are just like all those other do-gooder types.  Think I can't help where I am.  I do just fine. Where I'm from ain't any of your business, either.  I got a life, just like you.  And I don't have to share it with nobody. Now, Git!

Sitting in a midtown cafe Looking for a downtown girl As a moped runs by She doodles in the corner Is she the connection? Valentine out of season? Shot in a heart cup What was she drawing? Sliding over to the table My cup nests Next to hers As I sit down Not looking up She adds the cup To her doodle Smiling, Reaching over, I take her hand Spontaneous combustion Waltzing in 7/8 time. "I've been waiting For my completion. Wishing star light, star bright It did come true."

I want to dance with you Bringing the sun up And puting it to bed With my arms entwined with yours I want to raise children And grandchildren And have them scattered With my arms entwined with yours And when we leave this plane I want to rise with the sun Set with the sun With my arms entwined with yours. So pour the glass Take my hand And let us drink With our arms entwined with each other. 

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