SWEETEN THE PIE

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SWEETEN THE PIE

 

See the Kitchen Table

See the Pie

See the pretty Pie upon the Kitchen Table

Her name is Sweeten

Sweeten the Pie is hot

See the Drawer

See the Spoon

See the big Spoon in the Drawer

His name is Dollop

Dollop is big

Dollop the Spoon wants to fork Sweeten the Pie

See the Fork

See the long Fork

See the long Fork next to Dollop the Spoon

His name is Prick

Prick the Fork says to Dollop the Spoon,

“Did you smell Sweeten the Pie?

She is really hot

I just know that Sweeten the Pie wants me to fork her.”

See the Boy

See the little Boy

See the little Boy sneak into the kitchen

No, no, little Boy

His name is Eaton

See Eaton the Little Boy smell Sweeten the Pie

Sweeten the Pie is hot

See Eaton the Little Boy stick…

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AMERICAN DISMANTLING

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AMERICAN DISMANTLING

        Dear Lord, if you are out there, and in case you have forgotten, I am Hezekiah Green and I work for American Dismantling.  We’re a demolition contractor providing industrial demolition and dismantling for manufacturing facilities and as well we specialize in precision demolition projects.  And 1924 is a very good year so far, thank You very much.  Right now I’m in Maynesboro, in the northern part of New Hampshire, estimating the dismantling of the saw mill and the demolition of the old church.  The government wants to build a prison here.

        That Androscoggin River there twines along fifty miles of the New Hampshire, Maine border.  “Androscoggin”, You know, is an Abenaki Indian term meaning something like “deep dwelling river”.  The Indians used to mine rhyolite along here for their stone weapons.  The river drops about eight feet per mile, so there is lots of water…

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MEAT ME

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MEAT ME

Tried to remember but my feelings get old for sure

Tried to recall but it’s gone

Lucky stars in your eyes

I’m walking the cow

 

I really don’t know how I came here

I really don’t know why I’m staying here

I’m walking the cow

 

Tried to point my finger but the wind keeps blowin’ me

around

In circles, in circles

Lucky stars in your eyes

I’m walking the cow

 

I really don’t know what I have to fear

I really don’t know why I have to care

I’m walking the cow

Lucky stars in your eyes…

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Walking The Cow – Daniel Johnston

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Chapter 1 – Hope Trail

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        Young Rebecca Wica spent this summer at her uncle and aunt’s ranch in Hope Trail, Massachusetts.  It was Rebecca’s first experience outside the cozy confines of her physician father and…

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MATOU, MINETTE, MINOU

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 MATOU, MINETTE, MINOU

        Morning twilight uncovers the hamlet of Selsbourg, France.  In an alleyway a white tomcat slinks up to a narrow window in a basement apartment.  A white dove alights beside him.  The tomcat and the dove both peer into the window.  There is light.  The faces of two elderly women appear from inside, animated with delight.  The narrow window is pushed open and the tomcat and the dove enter the basement apartment.

        Once inside the little apartment the tomcat stands on his hind legs and becomes six feet tall.  He now wears black satin pajama bottoms and a black satin pajama shirt that is unbuttoned rakishly.  The white dove perches on his shoulder.

        The two elderly women giggle like children.  They both wear fleece pajamas and sit down…

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GET LUCKY

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GET LUCKY

        The young black man strode up to a checkout counter in the local Target discount retailer.  There were twenty checkout counter aisles but only four were open and all the lines were long and progressing slowly.  He had arrived at the checkout line empty-handed but he quickly grabbed a soda and some chips from the impulse-item racks.  He stood behind the tall slender young Asian-American woman.

        The young man studied the woman’s shapely bare legs, her short cut-off stylishly-tattered jeans, her bare pale midriff, her clingy lace-trimmed tank-top, and her avant-garde bob hair style.

        He slowly shook his head and licked his lips.

        Then, the couple ahead of the woman excused themselves and backed their full cart out to move to another line.  The young man and the young woman stood side-by-side to let them pass.  The man stared at her face and smiled…

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THE SPIRIT OF AMOS GODFREY

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THE SPIRIT OF AMOS GODFREY

 

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

–          Excerpt from Strange Fruit by Abel Meeropol

 

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        In my life I was called Amos Godfrey.  I have existed alone in this “ghost town” as you call it for 133 years; Wind River, Kansas.  I am the one who single-handedly made it a “ghost town”.  I was righteous but I took vengeance into my own hands and I knew it and this is my fate.

        I was the son of a freed slave.  My father had been educated by his guilty Master.  Me and my three sons, Yonah, Micha, and Zechariah, were working our way west from South Carolina.  I…

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CHAPEL OF THE SACRED MIRRORS

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CHAPEL OF THE SACRED MIRRORS

        You live because something else dies.

        I stood outside the Chapel Street Arco AM/PM Mini Market Gas Station funneling down my two-for-$1.69 hot dogs drenched in mustard and cloaked in green relish and capped with sliced jalapeño peppers.  A tear of relish fell upon my coat, “Dammit,” and I raised it up with my fingertip and I ate it.

        It would have gone good with sips of Napoleon Brandy on a cold night like that one.  I already felt like Napoleon marching back from Moscow in defeat.

        Hong “Buddy” Gildong was my companion that night.  Short, stout, Korean.  I called Buddy “Buddha” for a joke.  He was always smiling.  I think it was congenital.

        I asked Buddha, “Did you know that ‘brandy’ is from a Dutch name meaning ‘burnt wine’.”

        Buddha said, “That’s why I prefer burnt juniper berries.”

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