Hurricane Practice

Greetings from the Hill
82/90 E5/10 0707/1948 80%H

Blue skies beautiful and....humid,
the morning after a rain and another
day without water, problems with the
pump and a dumb oldman.

A fractured rib from another fall before
dark, drunk and stoned without meals,
"When will you learn to cook and sip,
almost fifty years and still stupid,"
sighs the madone weary of worries and
nowarranties on eldercaring, of course
he was alluding to the drinking years
beginning with the Comtempus bar
the youngman bought in '59.

The days of Miles Davis and Mort Sahl,
the latter never a drinker or smoker,
and still sarcastic, brilliant, witty and alive.
The comedians of today fuckmouths without
intellect nor imagination, appealing to the
lowest common denominator, bad taste
and the advertisers message.

"What can you do...live in an igloo,build a zoo
on a tropical island, grow bananas and nuts,
too cold for the former, trying the other,"
muses the oldman sucking a Bugler
ignoring the pain waiting for rain to fill up
the pails and flush the toilets, the power on...
classics from Havana and blogging on,
no storms on the Weather Channel
another shutterfree week,
ninety-two at noon.

In these Isles of Eternal Sun.

After the Theft in Key West

Greetings from the Hill

82/88 E10/20 0700/1950 75



Some lowlife stole the oldman's cards

and left the bankers light on,

and leaving pictures of Dad and long

expired identity, a life exposed

" Fuck no...not for a worthless passport

to only never leave the driveway." Or



in downtown Havana with three floors

which way to live on the sunny side or
in the shadows of the other kind.

Home invasion changes the illusion of
trust in the dark of the night no fright
but now the defence a cement fence
and electric wires cameras bright
to observe to reserve to preserve
the intruder in sight.

Things will never be the same
in These Isles of the
Eternal Sun.






"Hit that right tab little landing spots

for snoopets and snoopers thosr

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hich way too live..

Blue Skies and Hot

Greetings from the Hill
82/90 SE5/10 0705/1951 75%H

A lovely sunday morning, garden irrigating,
cats fed, floors swept, dishes done...
a cup of tea on the porch with 'Solares Hill'
the brain fermenting amid confusion.

A week of studying the impending doom,
the down in the trenches with the tranches,
the world of 'Financial Products', euphemisms
and capital letters for ' hot fucking air', the
madone groans about Erdman's curse,
the absurdity of Cornfield's hypothicatings,
packaged for low forehead CFO's running
pension funds that will soon evaporate.

The ABCP that bred the SIV's for the CDO's
the bundlers and bumblers that took too much
from the single family home dream scheme,
Bush and Greenspan, HUD and FANNY MAE,
one percent juice from the Fed, make the
elephants fart and bark, of course, of course,
it was those damn immigrants wanting the
'american dream', home and family with
a picket fence and a dog named Spot.

"Yeah and now look at this sorry mess,"
smiles the madone, "The Two Daves in
Turtle Shit Cay, hofuckingho and their
rentback schemes."

On the Hill the property tax might be bill
arrived, market assessment at a million $US,
a bit of a thrill when taxes are reduced by
eight percent and love that CAP.....
"Have a morning beer on Bill,"
listening to the classics from Havana, ignoring
the swarming mosquitoes, enjoying the
company of Tiger...prince of the Hill.

Life on the Rock until you drop, and now
a treat from the Beat country songwriter.
If I was an ARRP carp.
Too late to be great
Too old to be bold
Not artistic enough
to be sarcastic
Not dumb enough
to act young
Old and unschooled
and never tooled.

An ARRP and a carp
in a drainage ditch
no fancy fish
in a bowl.
Maybe a swimming pool
in a tropical garden
on Love Lane
a harem of Coy
patches of Bok Choy

A Chink in whitegay paradise
just a fishtail
and an exotic tale.


A humid breeze in the Keys, these Isles
of The Eternal Sun.

The Engineer is Home

Greetings from the Hill

82/88 blue skies E10/15 0705/1954

When my father bought a new Chevrolet,
he was always a Ford owner
from his first new car.

Times change and tires dont go flat
technology rains supreme
in the flood of intelligenceafter Bush's
dams broke at the seam.

William wanders the floors
pinus elliottii tounge and groove
ripped from the dining room
President Grant ceiling
the wiring exposed
the cats agaist.

The oldman sat back and relaxed,
another hear attack could be
the last.

He filled the pipe
and popped

a Yuengling


Chinese was only
another lanquage.


Bil tore more boards


join the chinks.

Blue Skies and Death

The End on the Hill

The Lady is Dead.

Thirty three years a supporter
for the oldman, a friend whenever
the struggle seemed too harsh,
a symbol of the individual.

Alone she lived without help
maintaining her home,
the rare matriarch without
family for sunday dinner.

Alone she died discovered
by an unanswered call
from her island friend....
the heart weeps heavy.

Life so final....denial..

Bonny Albury a voice
no longer speaking
eyes no longer watching
over the family block.

Nothing to say....

Blue Skies and Beautiful

Greetings from the Hill
84/92 E10/20 60%H 0703/1958

Another day in paradise and yet
to leave the house, no watering
with more showers overnight,
cats fed, floors swept, dishes done.

"Yes, yes, get the chores completed
before the investigation, the CFO
of the Truth Report, currently
inspecting the Department of Treasury
and its 1.519.842.980.048.19 dollar
budget, yep, one and a half trillion,"
laughs the madone at the oldman
and his fantasies of trust.

Start with 'The Centre for Public Integrity'
the list of Corporapists, thugs in suits,
all connected as consultants in reward
for Daddy's War, now Sonny's Scourge.

"No fucking wonder Joe Bageant leaves,
the smirk runs the jerk...cheat, steal and
lie with a coyote eye and the religious
retards have flags in thier yards,"
growls the madone sick of slime.

The afternoon opera from Havana,
the television sputtering on the Weather
Channel, cats sleeping on the table,
open windows breeze height....
fuck the truth and believing.

"This guy is leaving for Faustos
to support the next mayor."

Ah, these Emerald Isles with
blue sky days that promote
those drinking ways.

Blue skies and Beautiful

Greetings from the Hill
82/92 E5/10 0700/1959 70%H

Downstairs and domestics,
cats contented, floors swept,
windows cleaned, chicken soup
simmering with carrots, pasta
potatoes and spices.....

Watching Dean not Erin,
the first worry on the Hill.

A morning with Richard Cook,
and US monetary reform,
a necessary reading to
comprehend the Worm
in the White House.

"Clearing Houses are cleaning
houses for the indentured,
money but a number,
an electronic pixel,"
growls the madone.

Payday for the pirates,
fridays' lies for the tenants.

Another weekend in paradise
with no catfood or cash
for the busride.

Blue skies in paradise
and bullshit in the bank.

When failure is not an Option

Greetings from the Hill

85/92 E10/15 0700/2000



Afternoon rainstorms, a warning

of Erin storming from Africa.



Time to fix the shutters and

install the gutters...

last year was Ernesto and

evacuation not according to

Judge Overbee, said he.



Another year and a balcony

safe and secure.



The crimes of high office

a privatized force of course

the largest of mankind

sponsored by the new bourse.



Privatized politicians consulting

the course of democracy

for the corporapists and those

of the White House idiocy.



The Seal with zeal and obsessions

to realize a cowards fantasy,

Blackwater as murkey as

Americas president turkey.



"Fucking assholes those 565

brains on Viagra and minds

bribed by money in Dubai ".

scorns the madone.



A rainstorm in paradise without

rainbarrels to save the water,

wasting down the streets

into a dying bay

while voices have no say.



The oldman was reading Millers'

last biography in bed

above the oblivious and ignorant

saving secrets in his head.



Imagining for a better world

in "These Isles Eternal Sun

Blue Skies and Beautiful

Greetings from the Hill
85/92 E5/10 60%H 0700/2003

Almost time to turn on an A/C....
the oldman was beginning to wilt
with the august 'dogdays',
a morning studying fraud.

American style, con a sucker,
convince an investor to own
a piece of paper, dumb fucker
or a house to loan.

"This is much too complicated,"
groans the madone sifting through
hedge funds and derivatives,
CDO's in not so transparent bundles,
the Three Headed Dog at the Bear's door
all leverage from the Floor.

"This dilemma is an analemma,
summer and fall, short long and
tall, put and call, a cellphone away
from a billion a day," snorts the
oldman silly and sober.

The Yaley, Robert Shiller, Macromarkets,
has a short and long con.....
a futures market in derivatives,
"You bet the House."

Crazier than Joe Cunts' dog.

As usual, the last get passed by
on the road of the greedy horde,
lonely at the top of the market
and the catch of the day
smells of last week.

Just getting by in "These Isles of
The Eternal Sun."

General Accounting

Greetings from the Hill
82/92 N/5 70%H 658/807

Another normal day in paradise
cats fed, steps swept, floors hosed.

Garden irrigated, dishes done,
hash browns cooking,
sausage simmering.

Back to the morning watch...
GAO David Walker
and....
the Director of Intelligence
imagine that under Bush.

Locally the community is
Tampoaites retrenching
against the Shit its.

The Cashturds of older
conchfamilies
and the foriegn operators..

from retiredCEO's
to illegal garden ho's,
Ha Imas ha.

'Pick up the slack...Jack


Pictures on a Tshirt

Ten US dollars

Think about it.

And dont sneeze
in the breeze
from the east
in the keys

'These Emerald Isles
of The Eternal Sun"
mocks the madone.

Blue Skies and an Easterly Breeze

Greetings from the Hill
82/92 E10/20 70%H 655/808

A gorgeous day on the hill, warm
and breezy, the morning reading
Chalmers Johnson and the expansion
of military imperialism, the vangaurd
for American Fastfood and Slowshit.

News from the indianlady in Delaware,
crooked corporations and chickens,
rivers now being sanitized, water
revitalized, fish to eat.....

The same shit that pollutes the reef,
KFC and Chicken Macs....
no facts just slime tracks.

"Where did the minds go and when,
has money become Zen."
sighs the oldman petting Tiger.

So weary and dreary this culture,
this lack of culture....counters of
small change and no cash,
makers of Trash.

Time to water the gardens and
enjoy the classics from Havana,
trim the coconuts and porkfat,
warm the rice and beans.

Another blessing in These Isles
of The Eternal Sun.

Blue Skies and Hurricane Worries

Greetings from the Hill
85/92 S/5 60%H 656/810

Life back to normal, cats fed
and counted, the house next
door tented....floors swept,
plants watered, cleaning the
windows....three hundred and
ninety six original panes of
green glass and pain in the ass.

Not really, just ryhming...

Watching the morning rerun of
our leaders in action....sensible
citizen input on Key West waste
was ignored as 8 Million Dollars
was approved for a trash station.

A lovely internal auditor in white,
an angel to untangle the naughty
web of Julio, kiss ass commisioners
angling for avenues of escape.

Doctor Garbage himself confessing
of the failures and problems of waste
to energy and mulching nasty plants

" My yes, those exotic invaders, aliens
from another country, not Puritan
Petunias ", grumbles the madone
out of jail and exonerated with a letter
of commendations for efforts next door.

The lady drops the bombshell..." the Rogo
Report ", the leaders waffle and point to
lawyer Slick Smith , a problem that no
one would answer to, let alone define,
the stinky trail of Pretty Sing and his
crooked criminal consultant.....Blah blah
fucking blah.

"Clean the windows oldman and check out
the storm shutters", instructs the voice
of Law and Order.

The oldman took his notebook and pen
to the balcony to begin, a cold pint

A bit of a breeze
in the florida keys

The Isles of Eternal Sun.