Thursday, January 31, 2013

Trash Day



                                  (((((Trash Day)))))

 Wednesday - January, 30th

  Reaching down into the dirty dish water,  calculating the odds of a fork going under my fingernails. I remember what day it is   


Some days have a rhythm 

Today, it's the mighty one,    "Boom"

Africa and South America can run up to razor wire and stop short, without confrontation or injury
Their musicality prepares them, protects them 
The magic "&" is adept and busy
A seperate entity from politics and powers

European technocrats lay down a foundation lacking fragility on purpose. Their pomposity precludes them 

The "one" plods on

In America, it's just another day wedged between stations 

On trash day, the mighty "one" can be seen at the water hole rubbing hind quarters with the endless "&" 
Trash day is "four on the floor" in what passes for a groove in the vapidity of Central California. It remains something of an acceptable obstacle for the mono theistic

The "one" is a fence with busted glass on top, while the "&" is a heart beat, it has to live in the ditch on either side of the "one" 

To stop jumping is to start bleeding   
                                         
Trash day

Take the old eggs out
Take the puddle of taco grease out
Take the dog shit out

..............To the curb, with a sense of timing

                             We make space on trash day
                                      Acknowledgments     


A Jetliner passes overhead, heard but not seen, the sound blends together with a lawn mower down the street, they are strangely in tune
 
A trucking line running coast to coast has a driver that still plays C.C.R. (the Cosmos Factory) and Led Zeppelins (Coda) back to back on dirty cassette tapes. He knows every word and sings pitch perfect at full volume from state to state. He is Howlin' Wolf with a green rabbits foot key chain, Elvis Presley with a hard pack of Marlboro's rolled up in the arm of a short sleeve shirtThe CB radio, with the knob broke off in full squelch position emits a friendly yellow light into his dark diesel time capsule 
Hazmat endorsements and a family photo are clipped to the visor

When you ride on the "one" you must pay tribute to the "and" Not so much something you think on, it's reflexive, compulsory, like taking off your hat in respect at a grave or making the sign of the cross on your chest (if that's what you do)  

            A fruit stand civilization is a busy place 

A bird chirps in a completely unusual time signature outside my kitchen door

Balancing the last wet bowl on the pile of clean dishes
  
I grab the kitchen trash with one hand and the door knob with the other, the dog runs out ahead of me

Tribute to the one, variations on a theme...Wednesday
Functioning like a steamroller I will organize this place. Because it is Wednesday.
Unblinking stuff. Cleaning, wood stacking, checking the oil in the pickup and recycling some aluminum beer and soda cans.
 
 I have some rum hidden away in an old cymbal bag and I fully intend to get to it. A counter-spell

A phone call later I have friends on the way.  People full up on the "one" and fed up with the fence. Bleeders, train wrecks, philosophers, misfits... Insane musicians holding down their Jeklle and Hyde lives one day at a time.
Two sticks of Nag Champa are waiting to be lit

Jam night

We make a lot of noise and the neighbors in 2013 dont seem to know what they are missing
Poor bastards, you can see it in their face
They don't get it 

I am beginning to recognize what we are doing. Sometimes the "one" has you and there is no escape. Sometimes we can mix the two and live an artsy life. 
I'm not crafty enough to position myself  correctly so I make my offerings. Crooked as they are  

Here's to "getting on with it"
In our own way 

A toast!
To the mighty "one" 

And another!
for the cheerful anticipation
of the mighty "&" 

                                             "Salud


                                      
                                         
                                                                                                                                            B.E.B.     

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