A.G.E's Joint

The shack was a weathered gray stack of sticks overlooking the wide tidal flat. A getaway from the real world. Jimmy and the kids fished the marshes during the day while she spent most of her time on the porch reading trashy novels and getting pleasantly buzzed. Like right now. The white Adirondacks contrasted with the dark green paint of the screened in porch. The box of wine on the table next to her. Outside, a shelf cloud storm had blown in, the wind tossing her still full curls.  Emmy came out to check out the weather, carrying her smoothie.  "Mom?"  "Yes, Sweetie." "You and Daddy have been together for a long time." Emily took a small pull and looked out at the approaching rain. "Were there any other boys besides him?" Kathy poured another glass of wine and was quiet for a moment. She'd never lied to her daughter, but this was a little personal.  "Not really. A couple tried back in high school. But they never got anywhere." ...

 Marco Polo Marco Polo Sun setting  On our prodigal summer Not long until Life won't let me Kick the can any longer. 

  Step right up, folks. It's the game where it's all made up and the points don't matter. Live improv from lower Manhattan. The scene is: You are on Jeopordy and your fellow contestants just came out of CBGB's. What would be your next line?  "Songs from the psych ward for $200, Ken." "The answer: 'We can't take her this week...' Yes, Jerry?" "What is Personality Crisis?" "Right. But you don't get money because it is imaginary Bitcoin." "Well, Darn."

  Very superstitious They tell you to forgo pleasure In this life For the Pie in the Sky Made of fluffy clouds In the next.

Bags are packed Almost No blood No alibi No wrong turns On long and winding roads With strange store clerks  And palm trees Two thousand miles from home. It won't be the long way home. 

Lucid dream Bouncing along the edges of my skull Overreaching conscience pulling on reins That doesn't exist Third level Ego, Id, Supra Sliding back and forth Between threat and joy. When the Amber Alert sounds Launching me to the next level Loving is so short So is living Forgetting is forever.