POEM: Vague Vin

he knew the girl we asked about

and answered with queer platitudes:

She were a freight train in the night

She were a sight
she were a curse

comfort werent her thing

dressed up like a nurse

he talked to himself:

a devil a dragon

a tiger back a'wagon

a chickadee with one bad wing
shes a waitress 

a bee sting
a tiger in the jungle

smells of apple crumble.

He says she always proclaiming herself:

ima queen ima pixie queen

ima wear a hat sunday afternoon

ima daddys girl im everything mean

im my own little world my daddy the moon

(1oct13)

he knew this girl

We asked about her

all he had were platitudes:

She were a freight train in the night

She were a sight
she were a curse

comfort werent her thing

when she dressed up like a nurse

What she were

he talked himself into:

a devil a dragon

a tiger back a'wagon

a chickadee with one bad wing 

a bee sting
a tiger in the jungle

a waitress smells of apple crumble.

He says she one whats always telling you what she is:

ima queen ima pixie queen

ima girl wearing a hat sunday afternoon

ima my daddys girl

ima everything mean

ima my own little world

my daddy the moon

(30sep13 #2)

Says he knew this girl

We asked for details

all he had were platitudes:

She were a freight train in the night

She were a sight, she were a curse;

comfort werent her thing

when she dressed up as a nurse

What she were

he talked himself into:

a devil a dragon

a tiger back a'wagon

a chickadee with one bad wing

a jungle a bee a sting

a waitress smells of apple crumble.

He says she one of these whats always telling you what she is:

ima queen ima pixie queen

ima girl wearing a hat sunday afternoon

ima my daddys girl

ima everything mean

ima my own little world

my daddy the moon

                                         
30sep13 (phone)

OLDPROSE: Henny Newton

In those days Henny Newton traveled with a lot of heels, all kinds of phoney intellectuals, drug dealers, poets, porno actresses -- feasters.  There was this Count Olof who would brag to me about one million acres in Romania, then borrow five dollars to buy a Cola Roba.  It was a big tour; all after-party, no show.  But see, with Henny, I'll give the kid credit for vision: he was biding his time, he knew something was coming.  Because here was this other count, or duke, or something, but importantly he was Russian, not Romanian, and with him Russian money cloudied Henny's way.  They wanted Afghan pictures.  A trilogy, with the first to take place on the Silk Road, the second to resume the story with the Russians fighting the Taliban, and of this second movie Henny should really do it Gunga Din style, because the third movie would be a tragedy on Marines stomping towels, not nearly as fun-loving as the Spetsnaz.  These Russians were looking to get PMC contracts for Afganistan -- Maggie, these oil barons wanted to be poppy barons -- they wanted the USA to sell them back the right to waste ordinance in Toar, Boar, and Loar, and Henny would be their sonneteer and heavyweight annunciator.  They wanted to burn bullets, and pick poppies.

RATHISTORY: Presidential Historian

Professional hobbyist and amateur historian Al Muskrat Jr. thinks the 'Merica would have been better had G. Washington become king.  Below are his highly negative opinions on some of our greatest presidents.

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FLASH: Steak House Waitress Cuckold

1 one of those ideas. not a story alone. an event. I imagine this while eating my supper. the note i take to remind myself is:
'roider rages over guy making eyes at his waitress in a chain steak house. saugus.'

I imagine this bulky dude. a juiced up dude who looks to effort getting steroids more so than lifting weights. he's in a steak house with fake animals on the wall. he's with his gym rat friends. all order the same thing: well done sirloin, double broccoli. 
the waitress is cute. friendly. cute. great smile. but something is up with her. bulky dude notices every time she comes by -- to refill diet soda, to up-sell sides -- she's looking over his shoulder rather than in his eyes. Bulk looks behind him, spots a frowzy little dude wearing a scarf. and Bulky realizes his waitress has not given him his just due as a customer, nor as a man. he's been cuckolded by a scarf.

when she brings him the wrong soda he f-bombs his friends. they are confused.