Perched on a leather couch with a beautiful woman at my side feeling quite satisfied after a great meal. Relaxing with a nine dollar cigar and a six dollar drink. Selfishly and foolishly bitching about work sex war and taxes I notice something going on up at the bar
it appears a homeless guy has stumbled in from the cold early march night. He wasn’t interested in all the beautiful people he was about to be with all he wanted was to share the warmth of indoors
the bartender, doing his job, gently and kindly showed the man the door and wished him a good night.
He doesn’t belong with us. He has no job or money
no house no car no insurance no 401k no family no bills no credit no turkey for thanksgiving no chicken for his pot. He has nothing that any good member of society has
I got up from my seat and got out of my role left the labels behind and ran after him
I turned down the alley between a restaurant and an aerobics studio and there he was stumbling towards the trash,.
I grabbed him and looked into his eyes. He had it, the divine spark we all share no matter what we have or what we do
5 years on the street at 63 years old was all I got. A survivor. I knew he wouldn’t be around much longer, his spark was dimming
later that same night sitting having a drink at a late night coffee bar a young kid all of 17 years stood next to me at the counter, not a dime to his name asked to take a juice with the promise of payment next week. The counterman hesitantly nods in agreement.
He places a Burroughs novel on the counter next to me. I look at him, again the divine spark but this one was glowing bright. I say Burroughs, good stuff.
He tells me how he loves the raw honesty in his writing and total free flow of prose.
I tell him to read Bukowski and pay for his juice
he runs off
I smile
86 years old. That night would be your 86th year with us.
Gone 38 years and you still managed to appear to me twice that night
Jack
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Perched on a leather couch with a beautiful woman at my side feeling quite satisfied after a great meal. Relaxing with a nine dollar cigar and a six dollar drink. Selfishly and foolishly bitching about work sex war and taxes I notice something going on up at the bar
it appears a homeless guy has stumbled in from the cold early march night. He wasn’t interested in all the beautiful people he was about to be with all he wanted was to share the warmth of indoors
the bartender, doing his job, gently and kindly showed the man the door and wished him a good night.
He doesn’t belong with us. He has no job or money
no house no car no insurance no 401k no family no bills no credit no turkey for thanksgiving no chicken for his pot. He has nothing that any good member of society has
I got up from my seat and got out of my role left the labels behind and ran after him
I turned down the alley between a restaurant and an aerobics studio and there he was stumbling towards the trash,.
I grabbed him and looked into his eyes. He had it, the divine spark we all share no matter what we have or what we do
5 years on the street at 63 years old was all I got. A survivor. I knew he wouldn’t be around much longer, his spark was dimming
later that same night sitting having a drink at a late night coffee bar a young kid all of 17 years stood next to me at the counter, not a dime to his name asked to take a juice with the promise of payment next week. The counterman hesitantly nods in agreement.
He places a Burroughs novel on the counter next to me. I look at him, again the divine spark but this one was glowing bright. I say Burroughs, good stuff.
He tells me how he loves the raw honesty in his writing and total free flow of prose.
I tell him to read Bukowski and pay for his juice
he runs off
I smile
86 years old. That night would be your 86th year with us.
Gone 38 years and you still managed to appear to me twice that night
Jack
it appears a homeless guy has stumbled in from the cold early march night. He wasn’t interested in all the beautiful people he was about to be with all he wanted was to share the warmth of indoors
the bartender, doing his job, gently and kindly showed the man the door and wished him a good night.
He doesn’t belong with us. He has no job or money
no house no car no insurance no 401k no family no bills no credit no turkey for thanksgiving no chicken for his pot. He has nothing that any good member of society has
I got up from my seat and got out of my role left the labels behind and ran after him
I turned down the alley between a restaurant and an aerobics studio and there he was stumbling towards the trash,.
I grabbed him and looked into his eyes. He had it, the divine spark we all share no matter what we have or what we do
5 years on the street at 63 years old was all I got. A survivor. I knew he wouldn’t be around much longer, his spark was dimming
later that same night sitting having a drink at a late night coffee bar a young kid all of 17 years stood next to me at the counter, not a dime to his name asked to take a juice with the promise of payment next week. The counterman hesitantly nods in agreement.
He places a Burroughs novel on the counter next to me. I look at him, again the divine spark but this one was glowing bright. I say Burroughs, good stuff.
He tells me how he loves the raw honesty in his writing and total free flow of prose.
I tell him to read Bukowski and pay for his juice
he runs off
I smile
86 years old. That night would be your 86th year with us.
Gone 38 years and you still managed to appear to me twice that night
Jack
Monday, November 3, 2008
The Beatest Moment in time!!The man in front of the mic to the right is none other than Al Hinkle!!
For those of you not familiar with this awsome man, Al Hinkle was
Ed Dunkel in "On the Road"
Ed Buckle in "Book Of Dreams"
Slim Buckle in "Visions of Cody"
Ed Buckle in "Book Of Dreams"
Slim Buckle in "Visions of Cody"
Got a chance to hear about his adventures with Sal and Neil in on the Road and also had the chance to ask him if they really left his lovely bride dorethea, alone in Mexico with William Burroughs, while he crossed the country in a car with the boys.
the answer was - you guessed it - YES! He feels bad now though...
Surprise visit from my friend from Ashville NC! Driving thru Boston one night after work heading home, get a call from Rod on my cell "I'm in town for the night, what should we do?"
drove straight to his dive hotel in Southie and picked him up, had a few beers and decided to drive back to our old town, where we were young Catholic School Kids breaking as many shitty rules as we could and fucked constantly with the public school kids, going from bar to bar running into people who defined our past but never really did anything with their futures.
Cooked to the bone, back at my place at 330AM, waiting to drive rod back to his hotel in 3 hours, That was the best time I had in years.
rod sent me a haiku about our night, this is true art and the most fantastic haiku I ever read, because of the feelings it brings back
Rod emailed me out of the blue yesterday with this gem.......
drove straight to his dive hotel in Southie and picked him up, had a few beers and decided to drive back to our old town, where we were young Catholic School Kids breaking as many shitty rules as we could and fucked constantly with the public school kids, going from bar to bar running into people who defined our past but never really did anything with their futures.
Cooked to the bone, back at my place at 330AM, waiting to drive rod back to his hotel in 3 hours, That was the best time I had in years.
rod sent me a haiku about our night, this is true art and the most fantastic haiku I ever read, because of the feelings it brings back
Rod emailed me out of the blue yesterday with this gem.......
other night while totally shitfaced broke. wide awake - 330am
I longed to be in your basement
eating really salty chips of all varieties
I longed to be in your basement
eating really salty chips of all varieties
Fear is..........................
All life is based in fear
fear of life
fear of death
fear of failure
fear of success
fear of getting what you want
fear of being denied
fear of sex
fear of the bottle
fear of rejection
fear of war
fear of peace
fear of people
fear of being alone
fear of women
fear of men
fear of race
fear of color
fear of saddness
fear of joy
fear of pain
fear of that thing growing on your neck
fear of fear
fear of anxiety
anxiety of fear
fear defines us
fear creates us
fear shapes our reality
fear only exists in mans mind
fear is not logical
fear cannot be explained
fear can only be ridden out like a storm, survived, tolerated
fear is our reality
fear is not real
our lives are based on illogical thoughts called fear
fear sets our boundaries
fear keeps us in line
fear keeps us happy
fear keeps me from killing you
fear keeps me here
fear of prison fear of rape fear of death
fear is a religion
religion is fear
fear of a god
fear keeps us alive
we cannot survive without fear
we can only be survived by fear
All life is based in fear
fear of life
fear of death
fear of failure
fear of success
fear of getting what you want
fear of being denied
fear of sex
fear of the bottle
fear of rejection
fear of war
fear of peace
fear of people
fear of being alone
fear of women
fear of men
fear of race
fear of color
fear of saddness
fear of joy
fear of pain
fear of that thing growing on your neck
fear of fear
fear of anxiety
anxiety of fear
fear defines us
fear creates us
fear shapes our reality
fear only exists in mans mind
fear is not logical
fear cannot be explained
fear can only be ridden out like a storm, survived, tolerated
fear is our reality
fear is not real
our lives are based on illogical thoughts called fear
fear sets our boundaries
fear keeps us in line
fear keeps us happy
fear keeps me from killing you
fear keeps me here
fear of prison fear of rape fear of death
fear is a religion
religion is fear
fear of a god
fear keeps us alive
we cannot survive without fear
we can only be survived by fear
Sunday, November 2, 2008
The Promise
headin’ up
driving up
late at night
gonna get there about midnight
going back to the scene
going back to face old feelings head on
got a cold feeling on my right hip
driving through the rain
this time the trip marks celebration
last trip shrouded in sadness, completion
got a cold feeling on my right hip
kids sleeping in the back
wife screwing with the ipod
bitching because my music sucks
still the cold feeling on my right hip
only 2 hours away now
kids rustle in the back, fight a bit
fall back to sleep
my wife settle for some acoustic crap
that cold feeling on my right hip is getting a little warmer
30 minutes away now
kids are up and fighting in the back
wife getting edgy, now she is on to Jazz
I can’t see the road too well, contact lenses stuck to my lids
its late dark wet rainy miserable
the cool feeling on my right hip getting even warmer now
we pull up to the house, I bring in the bags
the kids are in tow bearing gifts and hugs
my wife enters with a weary smile
that cold feeling on my right hip is now warm
I pardon myself to the den, approach the cool grey granite box
dig into my right coat pocket
pull out a promise
pop it open take a long pull
warm but still refreshing
god I’ve been waiting for that
here is to you my old friend
your words are missed but your inspiration remains
I promised you I’d return to your den to have a beer with you
Bob............
headin’ up
driving up
late at night
gonna get there about midnight
going back to the scene
going back to face old feelings head on
got a cold feeling on my right hip
driving through the rain
this time the trip marks celebration
last trip shrouded in sadness, completion
got a cold feeling on my right hip
kids sleeping in the back
wife screwing with the ipod
bitching because my music sucks
still the cold feeling on my right hip
only 2 hours away now
kids rustle in the back, fight a bit
fall back to sleep
my wife settle for some acoustic crap
that cold feeling on my right hip is getting a little warmer
30 minutes away now
kids are up and fighting in the back
wife getting edgy, now she is on to Jazz
I can’t see the road too well, contact lenses stuck to my lids
its late dark wet rainy miserable
the cool feeling on my right hip getting even warmer now
we pull up to the house, I bring in the bags
the kids are in tow bearing gifts and hugs
my wife enters with a weary smile
that cold feeling on my right hip is now warm
I pardon myself to the den, approach the cool grey granite box
dig into my right coat pocket
pull out a promise
pop it open take a long pull
warm but still refreshing
god I’ve been waiting for that
here is to you my old friend
your words are missed but your inspiration remains
I promised you I’d return to your den to have a beer with you
Bob............
The Key to a healthy life.......
The key to a healthy life isn’t
keeping your weight down
keeping your blood pressure down
keeping you sugar down
keeping your cholesterol down
keeping your pecker down
keeping your lunch down....
The key to a healthy life is
Sleeping when you are tired
eating when you are hungry
drinking when you are thirsty
fucking when you are horny
running when you don’t want to walk anymore and singing when your done talking
the key to a healthy life is
dying when its time to die
saying goodbye when you are going
saying I love you when you feel it
saying sorry when you’ve done wrong
feeling pain when something hurts and crying when your sad
the key to a healthy life is
shed a smile when you are happy
telling those who have wronged you so
have a drink when you need comfort
a cigar when you need peace
pray if you believe in something
pray even if you don’t
the key to a healthy life is
do what you feel you need to do
and don’t regret the consequences
don’t let your fear own you
and if it does
it just means your human
The key to a healthy life isn’t
keeping your weight down
keeping your blood pressure down
keeping you sugar down
keeping your cholesterol down
keeping your pecker down
keeping your lunch down....
The key to a healthy life is
Sleeping when you are tired
eating when you are hungry
drinking when you are thirsty
fucking when you are horny
running when you don’t want to walk anymore and singing when your done talking
the key to a healthy life is
dying when its time to die
saying goodbye when you are going
saying I love you when you feel it
saying sorry when you’ve done wrong
feeling pain when something hurts and crying when your sad
the key to a healthy life is
shed a smile when you are happy
telling those who have wronged you so
have a drink when you need comfort
a cigar when you need peace
pray if you believe in something
pray even if you don’t
the key to a healthy life is
do what you feel you need to do
and don’t regret the consequences
don’t let your fear own you
and if it does
it just means your human
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