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Balaam, your talk escapes me
Now far from books and web
We're you evil and misleading
Or a miracle instead?

I can't recall the sources
Rabbinic or cross ways
Lent read, before four horses
Of those you led astray

Returned to cell by Gideons
Balaam, the other, Midian
Have they made an ass of you and me?

[I]from jail October 2020[I/]

Shadow of moon is the moon in the sky of it —
Wan as the face of a wizard, and far!
Never there shines from the firmament high of it
Grace of the planet or glory of star.
All the year round, in the place of white days on it —
All the year round where there never is night —
Lies a great sinister, bitter, blind haze on it:
Growth that is neither of darkness nor light!
Wild is the cry of the sea in the caves by it —
Sea that is smitten by spears of the snow;
Desolate songs are the songs of the waves by it —
Down in the south, where the ships never go. - Henry Kendall

Floating on the opposite side of the Earth
Somewhere in the Indian Ocean
Closest city would be
Augusta, Western Australia
First sighted by the Dutch East India Co. 1622

But I'll set my sextant
For the Courbet Peninsula
The desolation islands, of Kerguelen
Port-aux-Francais
Population: 50-100

Wailing of monstrous beasts
From a voyage of Sinbad
The Elephant Seal
Twice the weight of a Walrus
6-7x a Polar Bear

I could journey like Poe's Pym of Nantucket
Escaping shipwreck, mutiny, cannibals
Heading south from savages
Fate unknown; if I'd find Hollow Earth

Hope for ship repaired
By Kipling's engineer McAndrews

Or travel by primitive wood craft
Like Verne's sequel with Jearling
Avoiding compass deviation
So as not to be shipwrecked
On the lost Ice Sphinx

Maybe see the ghostship
Of Biddle's post WWII battle
A gold bullion carrying
Nazi U-boat

Maybe an adventure from home
Like Mitchell's Mr. Furnance
Seeking a professor's daughters hand
With a tutor's tales of -
Androids composing sonnets
And computing vulgar fractions
Perpetual motion machines
Solution to squaring the circle
The Tachypomp - successively
Stacked smaller trains
To achieve infinite speed

And most importantly
A tube through hollow Earth
From the Kerguelen Islands
To somewhere near my place in America

And I just may be lonely enough
To take that sojourn
Through Al Stewart's
Loneliest Place on the Map
For love, or a Wikipedia entry


Archive typewriter draft, 2 years ago

Alone,
Alone,
Alone Again,
No Thanks Given,
Fallow Field to Amend,

Spite you Fickle Father,
Prick your Simple Face,
Let Time Flow Now,
Without your Step-Mother's Embrace,

Choose a Hill,
And Choose a Grave,
and Choose a Childhood Memory,
Over which we shall Pave,

The Road is Ridden with Whiches and Won'ts
And I have never learn't,
My Do's,
From my Don'ts

And Tonight,
is the Night,
That I will...

It's a short ways to go now
Try to breathe easy
I'm praying too
I didn't want it to come to this
I loved you like a brother
You know I'm thankful for all you taught me
The best an apprentice could ask for
Tried to ignore my suspicions for too long
Despite your good heart
You can't help your at times shifty
Ego-driven crypto tendencies
You've gone too far this time

It's a short ways to go now
We're not tunneling under sidewalks this time
We're not in Kansas anymore
The birds are solemnly silent in the trees
And the trees will not be clapping their hands

It's a short ways to go now
May God have mercy on our souls

I had a dream of bowling green
But I am not sure which one
Nurses admire my glass case
But they never let me run

I had a dream of bowling green
But I'm not sure of the place
Met barons at the station
Guess we run a different pace

I had a dream of bowling green
The pins and balls were fixed
The bumpers were deflated
You'll pay automatic tip

I had a dream of bowling green
I was biting through my straps
Going back to the garden naked
Well I'm never coming back

I had a dream of bowling green
Felt Sheela na gig's embrace
The mirror of my equation
And the fear of wind abased

Where learned that beauty
Breaks all but me

Complaints of odd thoughts, which he does not seem to think belong to him.

Bilateral twitching of the thumbs.

Abdominal spasms.

Echolalia.

Catatonic lack of eye movement.

Priaprism.

Clear and obvious Oppositional Defiance Disorder.

Constant nocturnal enuresis.

And, most interesting of all,

An odd sort of graphomania which compels him to write about his own medical conditions in the 3rd person.

Merry Christmas, and Happy Solstice (though I'm a day late. Maybe next year make a pilgrimage to Stonehenge or New Grange

With nearly two notebooks full (one was already started, the other a work in progress) I present my selected pieces from rehab.

Omitted, for the most part, are numerous journal entries full of colorful characters alluded to elsewhere, essay-ish thoughts, trippy dream diaries, chord sheets figuring out songs by ear, and many things to research later per usual, etc.

Maybe I'll get back into music. Had plenty of great jam sessions though I'm rusty. Enjoy.

I know I'll catch flack linking poal, but I hope y'all understand