Get Off that Fence

We all know some undesirable people through the years or even now..whether they are just lost causes or misunderstood entities to the rest of the world….
they are kept in our lives and neighborhoods for reasons unbeknownst to most as heads shake  at the latest installment of nonsense
yes, most of us know these people all too well
add any adjective you like to the list
they will fall into a catorgory somewhere
like bad charactors in a foreign film with no budget
As usual after a few drinks,laughs and a few horror stories
the question arises if they are not in the know…you actually know these people?
The answer is usually the same
light the smoke
smile with a yes and if i were picking a kickball team of life
i would pick some of these people first
who would you pick and why?
can you even answer this?
its not a chess match but a fleeting schoolyard game
it has noting to do with physical or mental ability
simple childhood heart is all it takes
not knowing any better
take note
you might be up next


… I looked up and down the river and felt sorry for myself till the sky brightened beyond and the sun coming up traveled from tower to tower turning Manhattan into pillars of gold.

Frank Mcourt


A Real live bunch from Coney

So let it be written
so it is done
everything is as it was drawn and
writing itself into this fabricated reality
that has been cemented around these shoes of mine
the fish would laugh at the sight of me
the mermaids would steal what was left of the bottle
casting me back to the shore
to walk with the rest of the cast away ghosts
who lost thier map and
their way

Forrest who?

Life… is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctoral gift that no one ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you’re stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there’s nothing else to eat while you’re watching the game. Sure, once is a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it’s gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you are left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which, if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper.

The Smoking Man
The X-Files