Greetings from the Hill
The engineer bringing a gallon of beer
to the oldman and the visitor
who didnt drink.
Apologies for Love Vine killed
pink flowers dying in the sun.
The cat Tiger through the front door,
Meow Mix on the floor
in antique plates
without mates.
The Tenting a disaster
by the Chaos Master.
The Secret Society of the Rothschild
clan pricing gold in London
for vulgarians of the world
.
The price of paradise
a platinum table top
green glass windows
and pinus elliotti densa
without paint.
Life for the faint
in these Isles of the Eternal Sun.
And the freindliest people
of the Florida Horn.
A Cracker without conch chowder,
a Mason with an electric
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Another Season in Paradise
Greetings from the Hill
82/90 NNW5/10 0717/1918
Another beautiful day and one for a walkabout,
enjoying life for another season before another
appointment with the judge.
The house still on propation by the powers that be
those voices who never take the time to see.
Yesterday a chat with the house appraiser next door
the old man needing refinancing to move back in.
A contractor sucking him blind.
"A million I guess, but everything is down twenty
five percent....and foreclosures," the lady frowned,
her husband was in realestate, she was busy.
A walk to the City Hall and stopping at a white wall,
the future block of four million dollar homes,
thirty two in a 500 foot square, how much a foot.
The old Andersen house, home in '75, gentrified,
shrimp docks long gone, Jabours' Trailer Park,
the VFW club and soon the Schooner Wharf Bar,
Buco quitting his work of greatness.
"Look at that shit," the old Ace Hardware a Mall,
half filled or half empty, coming or going,
a lot of signs and empty space, but of course
it is the offseason before the Fruit Festival
and everything is rented and all are saved,
perhaps even the Two Daves.
Two hours of amusement and backstepping
by the judge reducing a 40,000 dollar fine
to a few hundred including a lecture to the
opportunist attorney Miss Stone.
Thousand dollar sewage bills by houses in
foreclosure, renters deluded by spinbrokers,
a red tag at their front door.
An empty courtroom but for the engineer
and the oldman, patient and accepting.
A year ago the judge declared the oldhouse
"Unsafe to live in."
The oldman a homeless soul until porch
and balcony finished and approved.
Six months living in another world alone.
"Never froze to death nor starved," musing
on the way home for a pipe and pint.
A book on the balcony, cat food on the porch,
floors swept, dishes done, plants watered,
the engineer on the Internet.
A bit of a breeze in the Keys.
82/90 NNW5/10 0717/1918
Another beautiful day and one for a walkabout,
enjoying life for another season before another
appointment with the judge.
The house still on propation by the powers that be
those voices who never take the time to see.
Yesterday a chat with the house appraiser next door
the old man needing refinancing to move back in.
A contractor sucking him blind.
"A million I guess, but everything is down twenty
five percent....and foreclosures," the lady frowned,
her husband was in realestate, she was busy.
A walk to the City Hall and stopping at a white wall,
the future block of four million dollar homes,
thirty two in a 500 foot square, how much a foot.
The old Andersen house, home in '75, gentrified,
shrimp docks long gone, Jabours' Trailer Park,
the VFW club and soon the Schooner Wharf Bar,
Buco quitting his work of greatness.
"Look at that shit," the old Ace Hardware a Mall,
half filled or half empty, coming or going,
a lot of signs and empty space, but of course
it is the offseason before the Fruit Festival
and everything is rented and all are saved,
perhaps even the Two Daves.
Two hours of amusement and backstepping
by the judge reducing a 40,000 dollar fine
to a few hundred including a lecture to the
opportunist attorney Miss Stone.
Thousand dollar sewage bills by houses in
foreclosure, renters deluded by spinbrokers,
a red tag at their front door.
An empty courtroom but for the engineer
and the oldman, patient and accepting.
A year ago the judge declared the oldhouse
"Unsafe to live in."
The oldman a homeless soul until porch
and balcony finished and approved.
Six months living in another world alone.
"Never froze to death nor starved," musing
on the way home for a pipe and pint.
A book on the balcony, cat food on the porch,
floors swept, dishes done, plants watered,
the engineer on the Internet.
A bit of a breeze in the Keys.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
The Walkabout
Greetings from the Hill
An easterly breeze welcomed the mayor
with his lovely colored sign
the oldman covered the body
with a painters' tarp.
The wind blew in a storm,
the mayor looked at the red sneakers,
the oldman on his fourth pint,
still a computer without speakers.
Key West is Key West.
An easterly breeze welcomed the mayor
with his lovely colored sign
the oldman covered the body
with a painters' tarp.
The wind blew in a storm,
the mayor looked at the red sneakers,
the oldman on his fourth pint,
still a computer without speakers.
Key West is Key West.
On the afternoons' Edge
still on the Hill
Another day with power outages but 'those kind',
the oldman smiled thinking of the election tradition
the power behind the Power...lunch and dinner out
and often in the dark of the special Few, he was mad
and shot the prick in the heart thrusting body and
head into the Weather Channel, blood on the floor,
a woman watching at the screen door..
she wanted no more.
It was definetly one of those days, the corpse was not
coagulating, a trail crossing the crooked floor
puddling beneath the blogists' barefeet.
"Fucking bloodsucking mosquitos," growled the madone
watching the situation progress from the same chair
a watcher of life, a recorder to death.
"Such wonderful tales that could be told," laughed
the oldman cleaning his mystery weapon.
In the setting of The Eternal Sun.
Another day with power outages but 'those kind',
the oldman smiled thinking of the election tradition
the power behind the Power...lunch and dinner out
and often in the dark of the special Few, he was mad
and shot the prick in the heart thrusting body and
head into the Weather Channel, blood on the floor,
a woman watching at the screen door..
she wanted no more.
It was definetly one of those days, the corpse was not
coagulating, a trail crossing the crooked floor
puddling beneath the blogists' barefeet.
"Fucking bloodsucking mosquitos," growled the madone
watching the situation progress from the same chair
a watcher of life, a recorder to death.
"Such wonderful tales that could be told," laughed
the oldman cleaning his mystery weapon.
In the setting of The Eternal Sun.
Still on the Edge
Greetings again, the machine cut me off.
Writing about Canadians, they are the only
nation to have remained in the big league
of foreigners since the Depression....
1930 Italy Germany England Canada Poland
Russia. 1960 Italy Germany Canada Poland
Russia England. 1980 Mexico Germany Canada
Italy England Cuba. 2000 Mexico China
Philipines India Cuba Canada......of course,
eight million out numbered all others.
The trend is to learn and earn big in global
companies, look at the names at Google
a lot of brilliant Indian mathematicians
in Silly Valley and Big Fall Street....
and those pesky canadians with their Snagtooth.
The Italians earn and go back home
to grow gardens for wine and families and food.
The Americans keep going to the bank
to pay for at home delivery of vitamin enfanced.
Acomfortable chair with a view of the blue
and feel of the breeze in the Keys
These Isles of Eternal Sun
from Mogmat to Key West.
The oldman was watching Color Purple
in the newly designed balcony bedroom,
the Library was empty cats sleeping in
the noonday noise of the workers leaving
for lunch...
It has seemed to be one those mystery days
of watching with a sober eye
enhanced by an earlylunchsmoke
will see to the sea.
The storm was twirling in his ears
as the sound came through the door.
the classics from Havana stopped
without power.
Writing about Canadians, they are the only
nation to have remained in the big league
of foreigners since the Depression....
1930 Italy Germany England Canada Poland
Russia. 1960 Italy Germany Canada Poland
Russia England. 1980 Mexico Germany Canada
Italy England Cuba. 2000 Mexico China
Philipines India Cuba Canada......of course,
eight million out numbered all others.
The trend is to learn and earn big in global
companies, look at the names at Google
a lot of brilliant Indian mathematicians
in Silly Valley and Big Fall Street....
and those pesky canadians with their Snagtooth.
The Italians earn and go back home
to grow gardens for wine and families and food.
The Americans keep going to the bank
to pay for at home delivery of vitamin enfanced.
Acomfortable chair with a view of the blue
and feel of the breeze in the Keys
These Isles of Eternal Sun
from Mogmat to Key West.
The oldman was watching Color Purple
in the newly designed balcony bedroom,
the Library was empty cats sleeping in
the noonday noise of the workers leaving
for lunch...
It has seemed to be one those mystery days
of watching with a sober eye
enhanced by an earlylunchsmoke
will see to the sea.
The storm was twirling in his ears
as the sound came through the door.
the classics from Havana stopped
without power.
On the Storms' Edge
Greetings from the Hill
79/88 E15/20 75%H 0714/1921
Another pleasant day in paradise, the rains
those overnight showers have brought the
lushness to gardens also swarms of the
biting pests about the oldmans' bare feet.
Two weeks since abandoning this quest for
answers to the impending implosion....
the world of waste soon without toilet paper,
a conspiracy that begins in public toilets
then spreads to McDonalds and Burgerking.
The collapse of Commercial Paper has yet
to happen as Ben the printer cranks out more
of the devalued dollar and the Looney level.
"Now that is not a good thing for Americas
largest exporter of oil and trucks, electricity
and water, lumber and gold to name a few...
and all those comedians," muses the madone.
79/88 E15/20 75%H 0714/1921
Another pleasant day in paradise, the rains
those overnight showers have brought the
lushness to gardens also swarms of the
biting pests about the oldmans' bare feet.
Two weeks since abandoning this quest for
answers to the impending implosion....
the world of waste soon without toilet paper,
a conspiracy that begins in public toilets
then spreads to McDonalds and Burgerking.
The collapse of Commercial Paper has yet
to happen as Ben the printer cranks out more
of the devalued dollar and the Looney level.
"Now that is not a good thing for Americas
largest exporter of oil and trucks, electricity
and water, lumber and gold to name a few...
and all those comedians," muses the madone.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Under the House
The engineer bolts the steel plates
into the sill beams reinforcing
a corner rotting from rainwater
without gutters and drainpipes.
An old house neglected for too long
"Yeah, since Higgs died in1933,"
growls the madone dirty and wet
working with Bill..RehaBillitation,
this infrastructure attending to.
That tuesday morning 830 shock
that put all doors on lock
with a permanent mental block.
into the sill beams reinforcing
a corner rotting from rainwater
without gutters and drainpipes.
An old house neglected for too long
"Yeah, since Higgs died in1933,"
growls the madone dirty and wet
working with Bill..RehaBillitation,
this infrastructure attending to.
That tuesday morning 830 shock
that put all doors on lock
with a permanent mental block.
Grey Skies and More Rain
Greetings from the Hill
79/88 NE10/15 90%H 0715/1940
A dark rainy morning in paradise, lush gardens
from a week of gods water, papayas sprouting,
banana trees growing, love vine creeping.
The time since the disaster and the takeover
of the little dictator seem but a surreal dream,
more a nightmare to the unelite....
"Go out and shop," urged the Wheasle
and McMansions were bought with three car
garages for Escalades, Humvees, the pickup
for the drug dealing kid, Mom in realestate.
Immigrants did drywall and gardening, looked
after the little ones, "Who else to trust," the
bloated nouveauriche of the middle class.
Hurricanes of 2005 still a forgotten repair to
the still homeless of New Orleans ignored
bridges collapsing, students left behind...
warmongers in Washington.
The american dream a Vulture Funds' scheme
"Hello, wake me up, is this for real
or just Real Estate."
No blue skies today.
79/88 NE10/15 90%H 0715/1940
A dark rainy morning in paradise, lush gardens
from a week of gods water, papayas sprouting,
banana trees growing, love vine creeping.
The time since the disaster and the takeover
of the little dictator seem but a surreal dream,
more a nightmare to the unelite....
"Go out and shop," urged the Wheasle
and McMansions were bought with three car
garages for Escalades, Humvees, the pickup
for the drug dealing kid, Mom in realestate.
Immigrants did drywall and gardening, looked
after the little ones, "Who else to trust," the
bloated nouveauriche of the middle class.
Hurricanes of 2005 still a forgotten repair to
the still homeless of New Orleans ignored
bridges collapsing, students left behind...
warmongers in Washington.
The american dream a Vulture Funds' scheme
"Hello, wake me up, is this for real
or just Real Estate."
No blue skies today.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Blue Skies and Breezy
Greetings from the Hill
84/90 SE10/15 70%H 0645/1945
A labor of love on the weekend, the engineer
rebuilds the back sill beam between mixing
home made icecream...then grilling steaks,
a family visit at This Old House.
Hope Joe is well in Belize as another monster
approaches his retirement home disrupting
his other family again.
Strange things happening as the British leave
and Bush arrives to inspect his billiondollar
fortress built with slavelabour from Asia
by a Kuwaiti contractor subbed by Halliburton,
head offices in taxfree Dubai...Cheney the patriot.
How long this corporape will continue, how long
before the lifeblood and soul of a nation drained
by a government sucking itself off, the Weasle,
a mental masterbator grinning like an alligator.
"Take a break, oldman, there is nothing to be done,
the spirit is dead and hope as dark as empty
condos in Miami," growls the madone.
The oldman snapped a pint and took notebook
and pen to the balcony and feel the breeze
in the florida keys, these Isles of Eternal Sun.
84/90 SE10/15 70%H 0645/1945
A labor of love on the weekend, the engineer
rebuilds the back sill beam between mixing
home made icecream...then grilling steaks,
a family visit at This Old House.
Hope Joe is well in Belize as another monster
approaches his retirement home disrupting
his other family again.
Strange things happening as the British leave
and Bush arrives to inspect his billiondollar
fortress built with slavelabour from Asia
by a Kuwaiti contractor subbed by Halliburton,
head offices in taxfree Dubai...Cheney the patriot.
How long this corporape will continue, how long
before the lifeblood and soul of a nation drained
by a government sucking itself off, the Weasle,
a mental masterbator grinning like an alligator.
"Take a break, oldman, there is nothing to be done,
the spirit is dead and hope as dark as empty
condos in Miami," growls the madone.
The oldman snapped a pint and took notebook
and pen to the balcony and feel the breeze
in the florida keys, these Isles of Eternal Sun.
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