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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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Alone
my heart shall wander
inconsolable
thru the streets of Tijuana
devastated.
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The locals will call out to me
“Hey stoner dude!”
but I will not hear them.
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For tonight there is an empty time slot on TLC
a void that sings of sadness and mystery
and of all the loss you will witness
and of all the internet porn you will see
I kneel & pray to Saint Rowdy Roddy Piper
that these ‘fake hookers’ shall never get to thee.
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