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In remembrance of all of those who came before.
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I've got them Muddy Back Door Blues.
(to a slow blue beat)
Aw honey, I've got the old back door blues. You ain't gonna come in there no more, with or without your shoes.
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It's been a little while baby, since you opened up my back door. (repeat with emphasis).
Now my little shaggy rug and my new shiny floor, it ain't getting dirty no more.
For over twenty years, Maybe even before, you've were knocking and pushing to come into my back door.
My treasure chest and pleasure nest is clean once again and waiting for a score.
Bring me all of your honey, into the front of my store.
Go ahead! Give me some of your joy!
When you stand in front of me baby, open up your arms and I am your toy, but you don't don't don't
Come into my back door.
No you ain't coming in my back door, no more.
DC 2018 Aug
Burning Bike.
End of Flight
Why do we fly? Because we can- travel is now possible to uncharted places we longed to see. Others could have seen those places, written of them-the tiger wanders through the forest but does not imagine he will view a beach, a mountain or a solitary snowscape in his life time. He does not perceive his world as a cage but as a new awesome opportunity to hunt for breakfast! Not so humans, we fly over and over- everything over and over and under. I pitched to and fro in the little plane recently coming back from Pittsburg, telling myself this is normal, it is not our plane that will have a problem. I survived a crash landing, what are the odds of having another one? A few decades ago I flew to China and the plane ran out of fuel over someplace between Alaska and the planned airport at Narita. Calmly we prepared for a landing characterized as an emergency over the speakers.
Why these things segue into fun I will never know-terrifying at first. Helpless. We flew on. Weightless, I kept saying to myself. Armored, another word coming to mind. Then I saw, through the plane window, the stream of fuel ejected over the proposed landing place, an island called Hokkaido. Cold and icy it suddenly loomed up, as we felt the landing gear engage. Here is the funny part. I was pretty sure it was going to be my last flight. I did not want to feel pain, burning, crushing-all I wanted was to go to sleep. Traveling with physicians had a bonus-someone had a Valium and someone else had a bottle of Seagram’s. A number of health professionals took pills and drank booze and curled up, awaiting the crash. As soon as the plane touched down, it was enveloped in foam. I don’t know how a plane with no fuel drops out of the sky into foam without exploding. I think the Japanese saved us. It was on the news in Los Angeles that evening-I was half a world away but my parents watched news of our crash landing in Japan. In the 80’s there was a lot of unrest and domestic terrorism in Japan so we had to endure a search by guards almost everywhere official, such as airports. I really did not care-had no photos as yet. As the photographer for the journey I had plans to chronicle it all and had two single lens reflex cameras of professional quality, a large case, numerous lenses, rolls of film. All were duly examined at length as I struggled to speak, stand, enunciate properly along with Lady Valium and Prince Whiskey, or is it Prince Valium (thanks Spaceballs, I was first or were you?) Eventually we all rolled into town into Narita, flying again! Into another plane, a small plane for a bumpy ride over the sea to Japan’s mainland. Golly I really do not think I minded that flight. After sobering up my friend and I went to sing karaoke at a genuine Japanese dive bar with several strange people, and re-drink. That is another story.
Why we fly-it can be fun. Or you can die. It is always your choice to get on the plane.
Why these things segue into fun I will never know-terrifying at first. Helpless. We flew on. Weightless, I kept saying to myself. Armored, another word coming to mind. Then I saw, through the plane window, the stream of fuel ejected over the proposed landing place, an island called Hokkaido. Cold and icy it suddenly loomed up, as we felt the landing gear engage. Here is the funny part. I was pretty sure it was going to be my last flight. I did not want to feel pain, burning, crushing-all I wanted was to go to sleep. Traveling with physicians had a bonus-someone had a Valium and someone else had a bottle of Seagram’s. A number of health professionals took pills and drank booze and curled up, awaiting the crash. As soon as the plane touched down, it was enveloped in foam. I don’t know how a plane with no fuel drops out of the sky into foam without exploding. I think the Japanese saved us. It was on the news in Los Angeles that evening-I was half a world away but my parents watched news of our crash landing in Japan. In the 80’s there was a lot of unrest and domestic terrorism in Japan so we had to endure a search by guards almost everywhere official, such as airports. I really did not care-had no photos as yet. As the photographer for the journey I had plans to chronicle it all and had two single lens reflex cameras of professional quality, a large case, numerous lenses, rolls of film. All were duly examined at length as I struggled to speak, stand, enunciate properly along with Lady Valium and Prince Whiskey, or is it Prince Valium (thanks Spaceballs, I was first or were you?) Eventually we all rolled into town into Narita, flying again! Into another plane, a small plane for a bumpy ride over the sea to Japan’s mainland. Golly I really do not think I minded that flight. After sobering up my friend and I went to sing karaoke at a genuine Japanese dive bar with several strange people, and re-drink. That is another story.
Why we fly-it can be fun. Or you can die. It is always your choice to get on the plane.
Stagecoach 2012 Indio, CA
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You entered school, cause celebre, a duel.
Working and slaving, taking and craving.
Treated everyone else as like your personal fool.
This game has been a swarm of ideas and feelings, crazy perfect storm:
Pushing and pulling me, then it punctured me and stabbed at me, killing me.
Eliminated my present form.
I shut down my life to get a new plan:
See to your needs
and learned instead that you are mean, measly and mean.
To me, I took it like your man.
Here, a change of scene where nice people go. Walking, not stalking. Thinking, not drinking.
While we developed a thicker skin we rejected you.
That is what you have to show.
Dead a little, dead a lot.
Cigarettes, alcohol, pills and pot.
Spread your deadly germ with someone else's sperm, evil fetus spawn.
That's your lot: a sick marriage, soiled life, and that's what you've got.
I love you and I hate you more. You will never know.
So it's off to a different town, go with that flow.
I won't be a different clown for another whore.
Don't call me, the answer will be no.
Working and slaving, taking and craving.
Treated everyone else as like your personal fool.
This game has been a swarm of ideas and feelings, crazy perfect storm:
Pushing and pulling me, then it punctured me and stabbed at me, killing me.
Eliminated my present form.
I shut down my life to get a new plan:
See to your needs
and learned instead that you are mean, measly and mean.
To me, I took it like your man.
Here, a change of scene where nice people go. Walking, not stalking. Thinking, not drinking.
While we developed a thicker skin we rejected you.
That is what you have to show.
Dead a little, dead a lot.
Cigarettes, alcohol, pills and pot.
Spread your deadly germ with someone else's sperm, evil fetus spawn.
That's your lot: a sick marriage, soiled life, and that's what you've got.
I love you and I hate you more. You will never know.
So it's off to a different town, go with that flow.
I won't be a different clown for another whore.
Don't call me, the answer will be no.