How to Kill Harry…New Novel

•November 11, 2009 • 26 Comments

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“How to Kill Harry”
A literary novel,
Will be available next week.

Excerpt:

1:00 pm

Emerald and Cole

Personal truth lights up the mind like fireworks on the fourth of July. It’s an explosion that separates all other thoughts that are spoon fed and twisted. Manipulated ideas of safety, virtue and false morality are sent to the void and discarded with the Sunday morning trash. When personal truth makes itself known, nothing else matters.

The process can be long and arduous or introduced at a moment’s notice. There is no methodology, secret learning, sage, how-to book or any other tool to help one reach their instant of truth. Truth works at its own pace and for the most part, shows up at the most inopportune times.

For Harry Fein, it started with sirens in the afternoon. Usually the sound of sirens placed Harry in a state of wonder about who was living and dying, but today he felt nothing. Harry listened to the sirens and kept on smoking cigarettes. He was out of coffee, which was the only thing that mattered at the moment.

Harry’s mind, for the most part, was always filled with scenes from one encounter or another. He constantly went over every nuance of communication, which was an endless jumble of thoughts keeping him preoccupied as the world went by. Harry rarely thought about mundane things, although his life was the very definition of routine. One might even consider Harry to be the very essence of unexciting, in spite of his penchant for constantly moving from one town to the next. As soon as someone started to get to know him, he would pick up and move. Moving for Harry Fein was the very definition of his 38 years.

Being commonplace brings to mind the thought of doing the same thing over and over. The very idea could be someone who works nine to five, watches TV every night until they fall asleep and once a year goes on vacation. Vacation is a slot in time where you get to do the same thing, with the advantage of not clocking in. In Harry’s case, moving was the one thing he did repetitively. It was a choreographed boredom of giving notice and then starting all over again: another town, another state, another country, his version of nine to five. Oddly enough, Harry had never been on vacation.

There’s Nothing

•November 19, 2009 • 10 Comments

There’s nothing to say
Though I still write
Lost in words
That dribble
Down my chin
Into a stream
That puddles
On a stained carpet

There’s nothing to do
Though I still get up
Lost in thoughts
That float away
Into clouds
That darken
In the last blue sky

There’s nothing to keep
Though I still save
Lost in things
Gathering dust
Piling up
Into textures
Of forgotten hallways

There’s nothing to pray for
Though I still ask out loud
Lost in the idea
God is listening
Having a smoke
Stinking up heaven
In a poker game

The West is the Best

•November 17, 2009 • 5 Comments

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here and we’ll do the rest

The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where you taking us?


The Doors …from “The End”
“With some inspiration from 1000 voices

I walked down the hall
Realizing
Despair and sorrow
Wanting to run
Hide

There is no cover
Or alley
Dark hole
To find comfort
Tight walls that breath
Slow

Searching the caverns
Reading the scrawl
Grasping at straws
Fools gold
Offering emptiness

Continued seeking
Past corners
Depths of the orb
The soul

She lay upon
An earthen bed
Beckoning my allegiance
Devotion
And sex

Demon lovers
Entwined in particles
After thought of lust
Crawling closer
To hear the moaning

Watching her writhe
Like a snake
Scales of dust and blood
Shake the taunted dance
Of submission

Hypnotized
Against my will
Her long tainted finger
Waving
Back and forth

Beside her tomb
Of lovers past
And damned
Asking of her needs
She shrieked
In a southern drawl

“They’re havin’ a sale at Winn-Dixie
And I need some grits!”

Go figure…

Danny Bonaduce…..WTF!

•November 16, 2009 • 18 Comments

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My editor came over
She was bored too
Checking supplies

Dirty rice and beans
Fruit
Chocolate cake

Check check check

Weed
Coffee
Cigarettes

Check check check

We watched Hulu TV
A great glimmering hope
In the sometimes bizarre
Vast array of
Internet offerings
All things are possible
With Hulu TV

We decided on
The early 70’s
Get a glimpse
Of what influenced us

The Partridge Family!
So cheesy I was in tears
But there was something wrong
With Danny Partridge

Ten year old body
Forty year old mouth
Giant red pumpkin head
And these ultra tight
Striped bell bottom pants
That showed off
His creepy little package
We were aghast

We checked other episodes
There was no doubt
In every show
His creepy little package
Prevailed

What were the chances
It was overlooked?
No, it was intended
Which made me wonder
About Danny Bonaduce
The kid who played the part

Did he know
How offensive it was?
How inappropriate?
Danny had a run with drugs
Later in life
After the cancellation
Who wouldn’t
Considering
The indecency
Displayed for all the world
To watch once a week

I wanted to blame someone
Producers
Writers
Parents
Shirley Jones
Anyone

Suddenly
The style of wearing pants
Down at the knees
Held up by boxers
Made sense
A forty year in the making
Rebuttal
To the Danny Partridge
Outrage

I googled Danny
Just to see how he was today
It seems
Nothing’s changed