Excerpt: The Movement

I'm gonna take a slow boat to China. The Chinese will feed me and clothe me and sit me in front of their fire so that my bones for the first time in such a long time will be able to soak up some heat and find their way back from being too brittle. They will find their strength in numbers. i will count those numbers and i will be a stronger individual for it. I will wrestle with the Tyrannasaurus Rex. I will swing that meat eater over my shoulder and spin that sucka like a lasso around and around until i'm satisfied that the toss i make will put that fucking critter right into the middle of the Hudson River. that's because if i learned anything as a kid it was that as terrible a lizard as Mister T. Rex thinks and knows he is, he is still one of the world's worst swimmers. i can see him struggling for his last breaths as the water surrounds and fills him with a fear that he has never known. The watery grave for the big guy. Ain't nobody bigger than the river man. The River Man. The River Ran. the River Can. The River, Ma'm. Take me to the river and let it wash me clean. All the ladies used to meet at the river's edge for chit chat and to wash the clothes. Pounding on stones that they must have found near the river. The mighty flow. The aorta. the big one. Ain't nothing like it. even all the chemicals that have been dumped int the big one will someday go away. They will die too like all the fish and little living things that the chemicals did so good a job of eliminating in the first place. yes, the chemicals too will die. Perhaps something like the way the T Rex went. Dragged down, down into the very bowels of the river. the lower intestine. the way to the crapper. No escape. No free tour of the local peanut butter plant. these machines also handle soy and wheat products. Be aware. Be very aware.

So i read about this tuba guy. A guy that is now dead because of some cowardly motherfuckers who jumped him and beat him and he wasa never able to come out of it. People loved this guy because he played great music on his tuba. he made people happy. Music has that effect on people. it's a good drug. no dry mouth, no palpatations, no diareaha only the good things. no prescription either. Plus one can even make their own. For cheap. it's a language after all. speaks to all of us. anybody out there never hear music? .......right, silence, i hear not a thing. The universe sings. Tra la la la. We all sing it's just that some of us are better than others. No biggie. I wonder if the dinosaurs had a song? That would have been something to hear. I'd go back in time to hear that one. Deep in the thickly tangled rain forest the trail to the giant lake was well worn from the herds of Brontosaurus reeling and a rocking. They needed a clear path for god's sake if some nasty pack of Raptors was on the prowl. the thing about the fucking Raptors though is that they would follow the plant eater right into the water. The knew no fear. They didn't know anything except how to hunt and eat. I mean what else was there for them? Intellectual pursuits came much later. First fill the belly!

I knew this girl that could eat fire like they do in the circus. She was talented with that flaming stick. i liked the smell of the chemical as it burned. it reminded me of the kerosene my Dad will fill his lantern with when i was a kid. For a couple of summers my family would rent this cabin at a little lake in the Poconos. What a great place. We'd take the row boat out at night to do some fishing and the lantern would come along to we could see to bait the hooks and have some light on board. There were other boats out on the lake at night too and they all had a lantern or big old flash light out there and all these little lights would reflect off the water and the row boats would take on a sensational touch of magic. I think it was the floating that made the magic happen most of all. the way the water would move around, down and under the boat. the sound the water would make as it slapped and splashed. then when the oars were put into the water an entire new experience would jump right up. the gliding would begin and the boat would move. Nobody would make any large splashes when they moved the oars because that would scare the fish. The fish did not always bite in the night but when one did the excitement was ten times that of catching the same fish during the day. Viva la difference!