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"Stray Dogs" (excerpts) "The early hour is upon us, the bar closes soon and I'm raving joyful for comrades once again revealed to me as time pauses nobly…for those we cling to in soulful lucidity" "Southeast Hawthorne hashmonkeys" "cheetos and Nightrain" "the times he made us laugh uncontrollably at the thick, black curse of our generation" "we're all just pawns in an impotent king's court" "all-night sermons of saccharin dementia" "skin that hung on his bones like tinsel on a Minnesota spruce" "melancholy bizzaro" "you enter the moment you beckon reasoning for the absurdity of man" "his restless soul twitching sadly dolorous in the irony of a chilly Arizona breeze" "red-faced Irish loon" "cool liquid jazz" "He hops to the door, cackling and terrified" "Boozed, geeked and bent to the road" "Frozen stiff in bliss, the moment becomes a fleeting stop in a land of Disney and I quickly pull away for fear of never" "her smile, melting chocolate in my veins" "slap jiving my hand and offering me the 'bam-bam-bagga-binga" "serving shiny-faced Silicon hussies follically-challenged philanderers eyeing Latin bartenders and over privileged Spence kids demanding 'everything on the side' while speed-dialing cell phones has become stale enough to warrant something to keep us awake and purposeful vs. daydreaming of better jobs=better money=better lives and awaking suddenly puking in their pesce del giorno" "he struts to the bar the way a cowboy does after he's been on a horse for two days, a saddle-sore wobble with the proud flair of knowing exactly what it means to be a cowboy" "a cab driver from Haiti describes over a cell phone the minutiae of what his ship is going to look like when it comes in someday" "The two of us, separate colors , separate cultures, separate lives, sharing a glorious moment, a sweet reflection, an understanding that only those who can't quite afford St. Marten at the moment can dig" "suppressing regret and skipping through the stench of rent and responsibility, and toking on something new and improving, sunbathing naked on the concrete horizon" "The Bengali is sporting a crescent-moon pucker like a kid at Christmas" "someday the ringing will stop, and he'll finally be content to retire the waiter apron, click his heels together and sit down to rest in the armchair of suburbia…where children laugh and aromas sizzle with the sweet native flavor of everything red, white and blue" "He was a gangly twig with thick Coke bottle lenses he habitually slid back up the bridge of a toucan-shaped snout" "haunting our sitcom moments like Dick Van Dyke tripping over the same stool day after day after day" "the twilight Paris of my quick fading youth" "the only true comrade is the familiar soul" "the wandering solitary man" "hallmarks of maternal landscaped promise" "Tequila bottle flower vases" "sweet Aztec blues" "chirezo flavored incense air" "scanning blonde follicle prey" "sweet moonlight Jane" "permanent smiles" "we sit and toast our malt and plan ahead and justify God's way to Man" "nights seem endless and charged when you're anywhere but home" "travel light and make your home where you lay your head" "live on the tightrope highwire of the stage" "hallucinating suicide blundering fits of severe exhaustion" "I met your agent by accident the other day while waiting tables at the French Bistro where I spend long hours talking to Hispanic bussers with wives and children and Harleys still in Mexico saving tips and investing dreams of someday-cross border reunions" "it is these, the beautiful ones I think about- the misfits I cling to" "the mockingbirds in drunken boats" "It is the memory of angel-faced comrades that water the seeds of kinship longing, furious and timeless, and hold fast to silent pauses along the way" "the wilderness of his dreams" |
