All are peculiar phrasings of subjective diction.

titles and symbols: meaning to the finite,

yet what is, is as it is in the dark, in the light;

all beyond momentary pining by the mind’s might.

 Simple charming descriptions to preserve

our confining worlds and stored reserves. 

See the single man with his house on the mount?

down in the slums are his neighbors: many to count ;

Or, another man gives a cup of cold water, 

watch the deed and the adjectives follow after.

the threefold forces will tear the body apart, 

so where is the mending of a divided heart?

The earth is one and everything in it, 

so too is God, as He speaks then we see it.

My aim is not to ignite, 

but see the world by the solitary light:

there is one occasion where act and word conjoin, 

one time in history: abstract and flesh take form. 

Here life and death meet at last, 

All God unseen in 33 years fast.

 Where the Word becomes flesh, in so small a town, 

so the slums go up and the mounts go down. 

For word and breath’ve never possessed a body, 

till when time stood still….. 

Even so, this piece finds a place,

only as we read and act by that same tokened grace. 

Here then can we all join, beyond what we’re able,

the body and the breath, by replicating the last table.

Call me dumb, but It won’t rotate.

Well, I don’t know quite how I got on this trip but none the less here i was, on some kind of road. It was a december stroll around the neighborhood. The road was a dead end, I knew that cause I could see it. Up ahead there was a chain link fence with houses side to side. Not that crazy of course. Good little houses though, not to built up but not good wrecks either. They had some what of a quiet air to them as most ‘good little houses’ do. A good home is usually quiet.

The weather was exceptional at that point. There wasn’t any reason to doubt that: a bit breezy with lots of blowing leaves; different colors too, lots of them. It wasn’t hard to walk this way. Almost everything made it easy to do. The road seemed short though. It was one of those short walks where you can’t help but have a few thoughts in the back of your mind. It was shortlike, enough not to get lost in your surroundings, but just to stick to your own mind. I knew while walking that i would have to go back the way I came. Everything was blocked off, and on this particular day, I didn’t really feel like breaking anything down to get through. At the end of the road there was a chain link fence. Thats what I wanted to see. Not the chain link fence, but the view through it. I suppose thinking back now i could’ve jumped over the fence, but I didn’t really know where I’d go or even if it would be worth it. The only thing on the other side was a field. it was a good field though, bright green grass. I could tell that someone was taking care of it well, not hard to figure out.

So at the end of the pavement i stepped off into the dirt, stared for a bit. I guess at that point my curiosity was satisfied, or maybe I was just fulfilling some decision I made before i started that I would see this field. There it was. The openness did have some attraction. The field from behind the fence was open and broad, endless as far as I could tell. I thought busting through that fence probably wouldn’t make a difference at this point, because i knew I would have to go back through at some point. Or maybe i just thought i wouldn’t be able to see the whole damn thing all at the same time anyway, that I would get pretty far down the grass and wonder what it looks like to the left or to the right. I would get there and then go back to the side I didn’t go to and get the same thought. You know I don’t know what I would’ve thought cause I wasn’t there, I didn’t go through. But I think it was all the openness that stopped me. I remember thinking at the time, I’ve been hearing a lot about bustin on through to the open spaces, trying somehow to see the new stuff, get a little breathing room, see what I haven’t seen before. You know, the freedom idea and all it is. But I thought at that point, there was a road to the right of where I went back down the way that I haven’t been on, and out there in the open I wouldn’t have any idea about where I was going, and most likely I wouldn’t have any idea about how to get back or where to move on from there. for a moment then, it seemed like i’d be trapped out there on my own. I ‘ve seen it happen to others before. Everybody’s always telling you to make your own road and find your own bearings, but I guess I just don’t know about that. Seems like everyone’s trying to trust in their own compass these days. Well in any case I figured there wouldn’t be much choice either which way I went. The field would give up its own course, or the road whence I came would give up its own road. I thougt, well I don’t really know much on my own about goin this way or that, I’ll bet few do.

So there I was going back the way I came as I knew I would. The weather at that point was treating me real good. It was brisk, a tad chilly, but the sun was out and the wind was blowin’. It was one of those days you couldn’t forget, weather wise.

I walked down back the road through the quiet to the road I was thinking about. Open, a bit wider than the last. There was a Church I could see just a few blocks up with houses all around. I knew I couldn’t go inside at this point. It wasn’t the right time of day. Service was long past and I don’t know what I would do inside once I got there. Besides, there were two young folks hanging on each other at the entrance. I think they were doing some kissing or something like that, I didn’t stay to long to ask. I walked around to the side and found a brick bench that I had been to once before, not to long ago. There must of been say six or seven birch trees, or maybe maple trees all resting along the side, shedding their leaves on account of the wind. It felt like they just kept coming, because I must’ve been sitting there forever and they didn’t seem to stop. Cigarette in hand I began playing over the thoughts and paths I had just trod. I was wondering what this road was, or how was I going to tell it to someone that would listen? Would anybody want to to listen? Or even what was the point of telling? How is it that I have only one way of thinking about this road and that field and this brick by the church, and on and on. At that point of course the weather just seemed to up its brilliance all the more. I found myself staring off in a daze at the street over and beyond forgetting everything that came to my thought. While I thought that maybe I would be asking those questions for a while to come the weather then and there had its way of putting an end to whatever was going on. All the people around that way all stopped too, or so it seemed. It was a timeless moment of a good hard sun, cool breeze and not much else going on around: for me and those other people walking around or kissing on the church stairs. If that wasn’t a free moment then I don’t know what else could be.

I didn’t really make any decisions from that point on, but knew I was looking toward home, not because I needed it, but because I knew the option to stay out there on the road forever wasn’t going to happen. In other words I really didin’t have choice in that respect. Home wasn’t far away, and mostly I knew how to get there. So back the way I came, I went home. There were more houses on the way, a few picket fences and other folks walking around the same ways.

I didn’t really arrive at a decision in all that, but somehow knew that it was made up before I left. The weather, the field and roads, the Church by the side. It was all there before I left, and I guess was just waiting for me to come down and do what i was going to do. I don’t think in a million years I would’ve gone out in that field, not unless something else told me to, say the gate was open, or i had no other roads to go on. Nonetheless I was home, waiting.

Unknowing my mind
Isle have to float.
Divide this land for a
hereditary moat.
For above all curses,
laws and the like,
naught defeat the soul
like lack of respite.
All from the woes,
the inevitable to heed
restraint for now
an endless bad seed.

“Pardon? I’m sorry I did not catch your comment. I’m a slight bit deaf in my left ear. You see I have spent the greater part of twenties enlisted in the war. My right ear is much more in full health, will you please repeat yourself?”

Oh, thank you for explaining your health, I’m sorry I did not know. I did and do mean to ask of your bill to the meal you have just partaken. If my memory serves me correctly, you sat nearby the table to the window at approximately six-fifteen. Your order, while not so extraordinary consisted of a few large portions considering you were dining alone. Please correct my memory should it serve me ill, but you first ordered a coffee and a fresh garden salad, which might I say my wife of twenty years tops only the finest homemade dressings. Following your first course you ordered the garlic basil soup, the chicken cord au blue with a side of potatoes mashed, freshly steamed vegetables and mushrooms with butter and garlic. Your desert consisted of a yogurt parfait, house made sorbet and an english coffee to close. This all of course not-withholding your 3 pints of our imported German Ales. I do say I appreciate your business as it maintains the integrity of this establishment, but your neglect of the tab is the area that concerns me most. I do take great pains to prepare only the finest meals for my customers. I hope not only to satisfy my attendants, but to provoke a movement of gratitude and joy in returning the bill fulfilled. I do no serve merely to provoke an intentionally emotional response, but to fill stomachs. I do by this expect payment of this service other wise how could I respect the nature of my business (as well as the well being of my wife and family)? Good sir, I pray you please explain yourself. How have you come to such an action?”

“Me oh my, Please my good man please! How may I receive your forgiveness for such an atrocity as I have brought upon your restaurant? I must plead to you my intentions would never have brought me to such a circumstance as our present conversation. I am an upright man. I am a respected man in my community as I choose to respect those within my line of fate. Never, would I ever walk out on a bill, especially from such a well-perfected restaurant such as your own. Should you allow it, I would much love to explain my actions in full detail hopefully to obtain your pardon.”

“Good sir, Please continue.”

“It began an hour and a half before I came into your establishment. I came previously from my study, attending to my various investments and affairs as was necessary when I received word by telegram that my late sister was to bear her first child. This was extraordinary news no doubt, but with the news of new life entering this world, my mind began to wonder. I am a simple man like yourself, but my mind tends to dream about this and that, sometimes without my regarding it. I will not elaborate so much upon my personal nature as I am sure you will have grown tired of my banter in a few short moments. My mind tends to banter, as I have stated. Neverso matter. I do proclaim to you that mind was in a far off space all together. I began ordering course after course merely not giving a thought to my purpose entirely. As my mind began pondering the potential of this new nephew, how my sister will make financial arrangements etc. etc. I most nearly forgot the current state of my body. To great shame I will say I was greatly satisfied even after the soup, but to my dismay my mind was not present to halt my consumption; Ere I leave the table failing to foot a bill to great for the impoverished shoes I currently fill. I mean not to provoke pity my well mannered host, that is an affair all to my own. Nonetheless my master! I do plan and intend to pay in full the debt I have accrued. Please! Enough of this endless explanation! Please, My good sir if you would be so kind to retrieve my receipt I will gladly retire hopefully in your total good graces. ”

“May I first thank you kind sir. I am greatly obliged. Excuse me, I will return in manner of moments with your bill and we shall end this ill-fortuned misunderstanding.
And your b… Sir?…That deliberate asshole!”

Here’s a few numbers I’ve been tasting:

Ampeg SVT-VR. This bad boy is my numero uno. This is a re issue of ampeg’s blue line bass heads. It’s supposed to replicate Ampeg’s original 300 tube watt to the T, same signal flow etc. All the reviews I’ve seen on this have been 10s. Haven’t yet played it, but if its anything like the orig’s, I’m sold. so yeah, i’m sold. literally.

Sunn Model T. 100 or 150 tube watts depending on which you gather. Not quite sure myself. I’ve heard these bells ring a several time. loud and vintage rock sound. I like it very much.

I hope to own one someday. Hopefully I won’t entertain courage and ask myself whether I truly neeed such expensive gear. That would be disastrous for my wants.