Alligators break the dark circular water,
later, a guy with a big belly and low belt
will grandstand while throwing half-frozen
chickens at them.
This early I’m still surfacing,
last night my legs got jailed
behind lidless dreams; the back of my neck
tingles now, as old sweat refries itself.
I’m waiting for the ‘man’.
A breeze combs damp hair
while I make-out with a Michelob
inside a soda bottle.
He’ll show-up in sockless Crocs,
baggies bulging
from the pockets of
his camouflage shorts.
I and Frick and Frack over there
fake an interest in the egrets
as the morning sun flickers through
snowy spread out, translucent wings.
The ankle-deep mist rises
revealing clearly
that we are simply here
as another form of park life,
waiting to be fed
one more far-out evening.
Where did you get that oatmeal cookie I asked Jack.
Off the oatmeal cookie tree, we keep it out back.
His mother gave the kitchen counter a tiny whack.
With her old-fashioned apron made from a flour sack.
I got into their frig and got myself some pepper jack.
Where is your other kid? Oh, she said, do you mean Zack?
I did not know about him. I meant your little one, Mack.
He is with my husband, eating lunch at Restaurant Jack Stack.
Jack got excited and asked “With Frick and Frack?”
They are his cousins; the three are usually a pack.
Yes, said his mother, and also with Uncle Hack.
The acks in this family, they simply don’t lack.
Click Clack Frick Frack Click Click Clack
I know better than to turn or ever look back
In a foreign land, I try to relax and watch the sights
But if we fly off the rails, God will turn off our lights
Click Clack Frick Frack Click Click Clack
I fish around in my purse and find my brown sack.
There are a couple of crackers, the cheese is all gone.
What if some psychopath has these timbers half sawn?
Click Clack Frick Frack Click Click Clack
The person across the aisle gives her child a whack.
This reminds me of home, as a matter of fact.
I am ready to return; not truthfully a traveling act.
Click Clack Frick Frack Click Click Clack
We are slowing down. Are we there, Jack?
I have to settle back down we aren’t even close.
But the train feels weird, as if I’m being watched by a ghost.
Live the life
where you let others judge and praise
more religiously than God,
with all the shackles of social media
you adorn in blindness,
letting trinkets fill you with ecstasy,
and trends that eventually bend,
and lies smothered with flies.
Boasting faces and places
craving comments
loving hearts and thumbs-up -
'Oooh you traveler'
'Wow you've done that'
'So so cool'.
But freedom you have none;
you live in the glass box
getting visually raped by scrollers
and when you hit a low,
you keep yourself sane -
and feed others a faux visage
that you know they will love.
Honesty isn't always the best policy
when you chase for likes
and thirst for eyes and ayes.
It becomes a drug,
your drug to frick,
letting others drug you,
but hey
this is the beloved curse
of the now.
Deep breathing walkers
stretch across the blue grass of early day.
The park is a Florida basin under river roots.
A native cracker jammed down in a no-name Ford
listens to a country station that’s mega-nasal,
tin-star shaped and boozy.
Alligators break the dark circular water,
try again to feed on egrets,
as usual the birds are too strong to be plucked.
Later on, a guy with a big belly and low belt
will grandstand for the daily on-lookers
while throwing chickens at them.
This early I am just down in the mouth,
still surfacing.
Restless night and my legs got jailed
by lidless dreams. Now the back of my neck
tingles as old sweat refries itself.
I’m here taking the soft wet breeze
making out with a cold one inside a soda bottle
waiting for the man
who will show-up like a pond swimmer,
weed clinging to his billowing tactical shorts.
Only I and Frick and Frack over there
supposedly walking and talking
see that the park is all too clear-cut
and faking it.
When the ankle-deep mist rises,
it will be certain that we are waiting for some,
and another much cooler tomorrow.
My marriage took place on this day
a few thousand pages ago
nestled somewhere in between
a wistful dream
and some silly reality show
We started out like frick and frack
the joker and his queen
There were no better suited
For the things we’d plan and scheme
Friday night was the night
to savor a fine bottle of wine
Sharing stories of our childhood
short quips line by line
We’d turn on music and dance
to reminiscent tunes
and laugh as we swayed about
our dimly lit up room
We’d often stop our silliness
and talk about our plans
For building a life we’d both delight
as we grew older
hand in hand
I can’t remember the day
our Fridays seemed to stop
It must have been the time
our lives began to flop
All the dreams and silly schemes
We’re suddenly too much
to fit into our busy lives
Our hands no longer touched
I often wonder how it is
two as perfect as us
Would let ourselves forget
to remember
why we loved so much
On this journey I am,
What mile is left to cover?
This ocean looks like a dam,
I hope you do not call me a rover.
At the horizon of greatness,
Nothing in it, but sting of bitterness,
The ransom for success,
Is more to that your sweatiness.
I came into this world pantless,
My advent to some is happiness,
But my tears rolled across my cheek,
The doc was almost frick.
The cost to get my cloths,
Is all I need to know,
Blame me not, for this I must doth,
This life seems like a ski with no snow.
If thorns must taste my blood,
Just for me to afford,
And make my way to the top,
This will I do till my blood put a stop.
The fact of life you must know,
Not all wants your head to grow,
To get yourself beyond the shoulder,
Be ready to pay for the ladder.
I will continue the journey,
So my generations will enjoy the honey,
I don't complain when it's sunny,
'Cos you won't hear me when it's rainy.
We frick and frack and break a back.
No problem. Plenty of resources.
We can get by with losing a few.
Some of the crazy ones are out there planting trees
As we cut them down willy nilly, unconcerned.
Not realizing when they are gone, we will be too.
We are out for the dollar, but what can we spend it on
When the earth dries out and the produce cannot grow
and we are dead?
Some think we can replenish the earth in time.
I hope you are right.
But in case you are wrong, can you please help
the environment instead of injuring or killing it?
We frick and frack and break a back.
No problem. Plenty of resources.
We can get by with losing a few.
Some of the crazy ones are out there planting trees
As we cut them down willy nilly, unconcerned.
Not realizing when they are gone, we will be too.
We are out for the dollar, but what can we spend it on
When the earth dries out and the produce cannot grow
and we are dead?
Some think we can replenish the earth in time.
I hope you are right.
But in case you are wrong, can you please help
the environment instead of injuring or killing it?
One step forward, two steps back
you were Frick and I was Frack
not caring what other said with pseudo tact.
We'd laugh and giggle on the sidelines
I was your best friend and you were mine.
Foolish I suppose
the tie dyed colored clothes;
with bell bottomed slacks and support hose.
Through the turning of the page
once our style was all the rage.
Time moves on too quickly
lost to situations silly and prickly
but we made it despite the trickery.
My best friend you'll always be
just don't ever forget me.
Dandom Randomness
What else will I see out of my story?
I’ve seen a guy blown away.
Where’s my guinea pig?
In the boarded up pub in the fog.
Your film is so yesterday,
full of sex and violence.
One foot man no boot.
It’s dark when the flash bulbs go out.
Frick brutality embrace toe kissing.
I’ve no time for four false Gods.
You gotta be real.
We worship one another.
You photograph roundabouts,
I snap lampposts.
Mailbox in desert.
No, there are eight.
Blonds are from tomorrow.
For the price of the wind.
You’re so paranoid.
Have you thought it’s the company you keep?
Point course correction to where?
Ninjas in the dustbin lorries.
Zenith
Love will heal everyone. Even those who blow their brothers and sisters up. It will heal people with issues.
Love will heal the white supremacist who walks in Charleston with a Nazi blood banner.
Love will heal the Ku Klux Klan members who wave their Confederate Dixie battle flags.
Love will heal the Muslim extremist who walks thru London with his baby on his shoulder, both draped in individual ISIS Daesh flags.
Love will heal everybody and unfrick the world.
Who the frick are we kidding?
I bought a lottery ticket
I told the cashier - "Just pick it,"
I was surprised when she said,
"If you win, we'll go to bed;"
now all my cash is gone - "Frick It!"
01/15/2012
Poetry inspired by the Frick Collection
• At nine o’clock ( Sewing by lamplight by Millet)
We sit in our campesino existence
Engaging in tasks that provide
Us with livelihood, with purpose,
But, what will you be doing?
No longer in need of the lamplight
We reunite in this belief in time
Which allows us to feel the separation
Of years, yet links us through the
Comprehension of the same concept
And to that end counts the minutes
Til the end and to the next
Moment of connection
At 15:59 I sit here ever captivated
By the wonder of what you glued do
Perpetually at nine o’clock
And he endless possibilities I could
Perform at the same hour
two guys met way back and comprise
a duet of two, fondly able to show
true affection for other as a twin
these guys as you might surmise
are lifetime friends though
Younger's thick and Elder's thin
since Younger's days of undersize
Elder's maintained the status quo
that they weren't related kin
they sat for years as happy guys
on park bench, no desire to know
if their covering was familial skin
Younger seemed to scrutinize
his Elder from head to toe
to glimpse a deeper truth within
Elder's mind then thought it wise
for Younger's future peace, you know
to search old truth, their times begin
test the DNA facts that underlies
a connection beyond any John Doe
himself and Younger related within
result comes back the test supplies
that they're difference can forgo
no familial connection there had been
biologically different too often belies
the bonds that they themselves bestow
to each other as family though not kin
so they found themselves in the guise
of family unrelated, still family apropos
as blood or not, their faces all agrin
© Goode Guy 2011-07-26
a.k.a. Frick Younger and Frack Elder
for a real life story:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frick_and_Frack
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