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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.