TRUTH IN ADVERTISING

Greetings from the Hill

90 degrees southwesterlies.

The police arrested the madone.

The oldman needed help.

Who will feed the cats and

water the plants

living on oolite........

The Miller's girl
swing from the moon
when Frank was the bank.

With Riddles fiddles.

The floor was listing
drydock for a silly cock.

Had green beans, mashed potatoes
breast of chicken with two eggs
over easy with Cuban bread
for brunch


after the copcars left.

BLUE SKIES AND CANCER

Greetings from the Hill

82/92 SW5 60%H 654/811



Another beautiful day, chores

completed with tea and the last

of the indiantreats on the porch

watching workers fuck about

on Moody's Blues across the lane

"Love Lane, a million dollar address

an internet name and domain, the

future is fame", ranted the oldman

after Carter lost, but no one listened

then........before the gay spin, take

this house and sell it to a richer

one of ' All in the 'funny' Family'.



Now you can kiss half a million

.....goodbye to lies, licenses, permits,

delay of office, inspections and those

photos to the judge, compliance is

the magic word......."Do you have

a plan, drawings, a list, a schedule,

permits...", the Waterman rotated

his hands in secret signals and the

judge frowned and told him to

return next season making progress.



" Yeah you horses ass, you'll see

fucking progress when the new

tax assessment arrives ", growls

the madone always been there,

an existentialist martyr for those

of a different kind, a foundation

for a crooked house trying to level

the swindler's road.



Screams from next door interrupt

the classics, the television had timed

out............the porch had collapsed

on two painters, thier screams

frightening the cats, attracting the

curious tourist, the other tradesmen

left in thier vehicles relaying a report

on cellphones.....illegal aliens not

wanting to get involved.

The oldman got his hockey stick,

struggled over and pried the whiners

out and on to the sidewalk as

five cop cars arrive.



He had forgotten about the doctors

report, these guys could have died

toooo.



And now, other reports.



Blue skies and blue and whites,

the Isles of the Eternal Sun

and a warm breeze from

the west.

BLUE SKIES AND BEAUTIFUL

Greetings from the Hill

79/88 East5/10 60% H 653/812

A glorious day in paradise, relaxing after
chores...cats fed, dishes done, gardens
and potted plants watered as well as
the twenty dollar cypress boards.

Enjoying the classics from Havana,
the Weather Channel always alert,
the hurricanes of 2005 forever
in the mind, in the big picture
of postcards from 'the Keys'.

Email examined, comments at the
Globe and Mail....loony parity.
"Sounds about right, the canadians
are as dumb as the Yanks, imitating
all things stupid and expensive,"
growls the madone making
flapjacks with Quebec syrup.

Another sobersunday, drug free and
old and wise...no longer an urgency
to discover the evil ways of bankers,
or uncover the hidden agreements
of privatized politicians, not a look at
the statisticians inventions...

"But your'e sitting at the machine..
the answer box about the fox
stealing the golden eggs
under the White House",
laughs the cook in the Kitchen.

The oldman smiled and sat back,
perhaps the land of Oz, funny man,
not as funny as Fake Steve Jobs
or Hollywood Comics......

HUMMMM
Hash browns, sausage, flapjacks
and syrup, cuban bread and a cup
of Earl Grey tea on the porch.

On these Isles of Eternal Sun,
a friendly citizen of
The Keys.

The Dreaded Porch Sale

Greetings from the Hill



The last possessions of thirty years

living with a heart always in

Key West..... old friends and others

forgotten around the corner and

over the decades, dont get out much.



A weekend of socializing and collecting

cash for the pets' limosene ride to

the past, Delaware of an eight yearold,

an oldfriend unseen in fortyplus years

.......adapting after losing a home to

five hurricanes, a cottage to rateincrease

...nothing but disability income

and a way with the flute.



A decision to leave with some where

to go and not be a burden..

A crate in the garage, a sack

for the dog, feeding chores

for a family of drools and

no internet.



The homeless are hurt so easy.



Ought to put Cheney in a crate

to a Bagdad market with Bushboy

selling his bark and sneer,

for a Budweiser beer.

Blue skies in Paradise

Greetings from the Hill

82/91 NE5/10 70%H Blue Skies

Finally left the house after a week
of recovering from the excesses...
the body is better without.

"Praise the Lord, the oldman walks,
the oldman talks to his friendly teller,
the pretty asian at Faustos and to
the homelessindianwoman smoking
a cigar on the front porch," laughs
the madone resigned to the SSP.

The situation was one of transparency,
not the view of opaque, nor bear but
mostly Bull...words to describe the
Central Bank and Hedge Fund
conspiracy....Yeh Yeah...them...
'We try harder..
to steal your larder."

My heavens, all this disturbance over
the price of razors and potatoes
and certainly not Vultaggio
nor the Miller girl
4.7 cents per ounce.

"Of course this is going somewhere,
survival, week to week, waiting for
the payout...fifty big bucks."
No wonder he stayed at home.

blue skies in paradise

Greetings from the Hill

Back from the dead,
heart attacks are for
oldfarts............

Mad Jack returned from
OntarifuckingHo..
with no passport,
dumbasshole foriegner.

The old trout is still here,
talking to the iquana..
fucking thing ate my pet,
"Tiger tiger burning bright,
dead... forever."

THE OLDMAN WAS MAD

The oldtrout was noising
the way irritants do,
grasping on to a memory
dreaming for a dream.

"It's all fucking bullshit,"
growls the madone tired
from the beer, the pot and
'the trout in the milk pond'

The parlor silent,
the classics without sound,
television timed out,
Jake out of pot.

The oldman popped
the last pint
and indian played her flute
on the porch.


High priced Art
and lowpriced Labor.

MAD JACK IS BACK.

82/92 EAST 10/20 6/45 8/15

Greetings from the Hill.

The olman had another heart attack,
after he fell down the stairs....
again and again...
drunk at eight oclock.

The old scwaw was buying a gallon
a day and rolling him joints
trying to get in his bed............

Spent the night on the balcony,
unbelievable job...."Great going,
Bill....You just get better,"

Just returned from the donotcusturd
....plant a red maple leaf tree,
the fools are buying the
BushBill.


Pray for theold man and the madone

Your ears might ring and
see to the seas

ABOVE SOLARIS HIL

Grey clouds and an hour long rain

Greetings from the Hill



Blue skies and beautiful again,

plants lush and the iquana happy

.....in the garden.



The oldhomelessindian woman

was shuffling and chanting.....

made it rain.



Listening to the 'Powers' on 77,

the classics from Havana,

making up phrases with funny

......words.



An oldfolks home on xmas island

richer folks in the park

solar power on Mount Trashmore

a desalination industry

the keys to research.



The oldman was thinking again,

time for the walk up the stairs.

"Fifteen fucking steps to the Door",

mocked the madone about Masons.

He eased toward the balcony...

a trusty threeiron in the palm.



"Jesus Christ Jack...", startling

the soberone at three oclock.



The Iquana was eating his favorite

cat.....like dead.

BLUE SKIES IN PARADISE

Greetings from the Hill





A Key West sunday, peaceful.. quiet.





No tradesmen trucks, no assholes,


overweight assholes on mopeds.





The oldman was burned out,


hosting a homeless friend and pet.


"That fucking iquana has to go,"


ranting and raving at the little fellow.





His nerves were delicate from his diet.


"Yeah, asshole, five gallons of beer,


and three joints a day....enough is


...enough, back to the plan."


The madone kept Law and Order.





The classics from Havana were silent,


the television a black silent eye,


the oldwoman shuffled about


playing her flute, driving the oldman


mad......





"Well I spent all my money at Faustos...


I guess I'll have to stay longer."


Taking the carrot cake and chocalate


icecream from the refrigerator and


settling into the editors' chair.





The oldman sighed and took his notebook


and pen........to the balcony.





A lovely breeze in the florida keys,


these Isles of the Eternal Sun,


among the friendliest people


of the world.

Blue skies in paradise

Wednesday, july 11, 2007

82/92 , SE 5/10, 645/819.



Greetings from the Hill, another day in paradise,

a lazy day with slow chores....shopping at Faustos

after a walkabout down Duval, trucks and lost

cruiseshippers, victims for the Cookoo Train,

actually very peaceful....at Simonton, water to the

north and south, no traffic.....takes the oldman back.



Home with two days supplies and extra treats....

floors swept, dishes done, cats fed and the gardens

front, back and sides watered....well water.



The Weather Channel, classics from Havana, online

to the disgusting excuse for a daily, then the emails,

" Suffering fucking heart failure...these people ",

leaving other peoples problems for breakfast.



The Channel 77 comedy channel from City Hall,

with rice,beans,pork..eggs over easy, toast and tea,

breakfast with our leaders....only a button away.

" Too pathetic to curse about...those people ",

leaving thier delay for a smoke on the porch.



Billowing thunderclouds over the Straits, trees

lush from overnight showers, Royal Poinciannas

embazoning thier colors, one less coconut in the

front yard, a twenty year tree noised to mulch

by the City Electric tree trimmers.



" Fell our trees, gas the cats, boil the chickens,

aint paradise grand...for fucking speculators ",

growls the oldman taking his notebook and pen

to the balcony to write about ' it '.



A pleasant breeze in the Florida Keys.



Blue skies and beautiful.