How They Met God

“You ever hear the one about Cassius Clay and the laight-switch?” No. “Alright, Alright, well according to legend.” What kinda legends you talkin’ these days? “Hear me out now, ya see, Legend has it that Cassius Clay was so fast he’d been in a hotel room, right” Oh shoot, alright. “Listen now, he’d be in this hotel room, and before he’d go to bed, he’d get up to turn off the laight-switch, but he’d be back in bed sleeping before the room got dark!”

Nick slammed his fist down
Walter poured them both more gin
Laughter filled the scene.

Ahh man! You sure is one dumb son of a you know what waltz, but you show are funny! “You ever hear the one about the unsinkable ship and the iceberg?” Not now waltz I can’t take you joking anymore. “Shoot Nick, you wanna know something?” Lemme hear it. “In spite of ourselves, I think were gonna make it outta here, and when we do, were gonna be sitting on rainbows.”

Off in the distance
Danger hid amongst the brush-
Men of the jungle

Rainbows! You really think so? “I knows so, you know Nick, Gods got a little somthin’ planned for each of us” Yeah? What chu think he got planned for us now? “For you Nicky, I ani’t too sure.” Shoot Waltz, I’m pretty sure God’s got you cut on out to be some sorta comdiean or somethin’ “Maybe so, whatever it is he’s up their thinkin’, I knows it’s gonna be best.” I wanna go home Waltz. “Soon enough Nick, Soon enough.

When out of thin air
Gunfire like sideways rain
Shattered gin glasses

Together they sat
Upon rainbows with their God
Lit up smokes, cracked jokes

“Ya see Nick, I told ya it was gonna be best.” Yous was raight Waltz, this even better then home.

 

PD

stumpedwise.

The Grandfather I Never Knew

In a Plymouth six was a bag of tricks
and a veteran of a foreign war.

He stopped me cold and began to scold
me for having dirty hair.

He called me a draft dodger he called me a tink
“Get in the shower you fucking stink!”

Before he left he spit in my eye, I tried not to cry
and remember, that it was a different time back then.

PD

stumpedwise.

Sea Watch

In the hot sun is a place called home;
It’s where people are born and
where people fall in love:
Skies so blue you must squint to look at it,
Waters so green you must go under to see through,
Sands so rolling you must sleep on it
to feel it.
When you find a place like this
the wind will never blow cold ever again.

PD

stumpedwise.

3/14/19

How can you possibly hold me accountable for anything when the environment establishes a context that will ultimately predestine my actions before I can even make them. Don’t blame me! Blame context! I was born at the bottom of a wishing well but that story is for another day. Anyway, it is context! that is the real villain, not me, oh no. I heard something once that goes like man is free but everywhere he goes hes in chains. I think Jean-Jacques Rousseau said that. Uhhhh you! yeah you, can you fact check that for me? OK greeeat. Take it easy for a minute everyone my guy is fact checking this for me it’ll just take a minute. Oh! whats that? Oh! say that again. Rousseau DID said that? ok cool, ummm did I look smart? I did! OK good ANNNND were back everybody! Yeeeaah, you see this is my first TED talk and you know, i’m up on stage, theres tons of people here and you know, that makes me a pretty big deal. Therefore! i’m creditable! and therefore! you have to listen to me and allow me to shape the way you think/////. Imma let you in on something RIGHT NOW! You see, I don’t have to know what i’m talking about. All I have to do is give the illusion that I know what i’m talking about. Two very very different things but, anyway, isn’t this fun! I’m having a great time. Some people may view this as some crazy type of rant but I assure you this is far more complex than that. This is called “stream of consciousness” see how I used that big word there? Watch this, here is another big word, here it goes. “socialized health insurance” or as Ronald Reagan might call it communist care. It’s a red scare in 2019. Blame it on them so you can feel better about the mistakes you’ve made. I was alone during the day when these thoughts came to me but now i’m going to change my life. I’m going to the beach to order seven Spongebob Square-Pants Popsicle sticks and i’m going to give one to every homeless person I see on my way home. When I get home i’ll have three left, maybe i’ll give one to my dad but, I need at least two for myself. You can also blame that on context.

PD

stumpedwise

How…

How do you make something right when it’s been so wrong?
How do you take back time when you’ve waited too long?
How do you do what no one showed you how?
And what the hell are you supposed to do now?

We live in a world subjective by perspective
Discovering life’s clues like troubled detectives
But solving a mystery with no Sherlock Holmes
Is like expecting Watson to crack a case on his own
Maybe you’ve done a few things, made a few moves
Settled comfortably into one of life’s grooves
Turned down opportunity because you saw so many
Just to really open your eyes too see you haven’t got any
In a game of hopscotch with destiny and fate
You find yourself disgruntled by in its limited space
So you look for direction in some other place
But the unknown gives you chills and you’re jumping from sweat
Searching for something you may never get
Or thinking you know what you haven’t learned yet
And time keeps burning at the end of a cigarette
While you wish you had known what you know now
And maybe then you’d know just how…
But before you can count from one to ten
You have the same experience all over again
And that’s just the way it works my friend

How do you make something right when it’s been so wrong?
How do you take back time when you’ve waited too long?
How do you do what no one showed you how?
And what the hell are you supposed to do now?

PD
stumpedwise.

#49322

This wall,
this Fence,
and barbed-wire;
May keep me contained,
but my eyes can wander
way beyond
any fortress.

The sun escapes
the sky, and dips
behind the trees.
Pickup-trucks
and peacocks
catch what light
can fight through leaves.
I can only see them
against the hand of god,
which stretches out to me
In a pantomime of
violets, yellows, and blues.

This wall,
this Fence,
and barbed-wire;
May keep me contained,
but, my hope and
my imagination
cannot be restricted
by the thin window
of a cell.

PD

stumpedwise.

Timbuktu

Timmy and I were drinking all night
When we came across three girls under a street light
They invited us over, and off we went
Timmy and I were totally spent
But, they were three
And, we were two
So I buk one, and Timbuktu

PD
stumpedwise.