What the...? You know; that thang...

In the darkness I parked the van 300 miles from home; I drove all night; it must've been near dawn when I drove through the opening in the wire fence surrounding the field. Joshua was asleep in the back lying on an open sleeping bag with another over top of him with a big fluffy pillow. I locked the front doors and crawled in beside Joshua. As I was beginning to nod off, a very fast creature made a whirring sound as it circled the van four times and then disappeared.
Maybe it was indian magic. I was on Manitoulin Island; home of Manitou & maybe Nanabush; I don't remember now. A cold chill of fear ran through me; I rushed to lock the back two doors of the van. I had never heard a sound like that before; a rushed circle around the van. Protection?
We slept until morning and woke up in a field of daisies.
 It's a mystery.
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Got home to news of partner's infidelity; hmm, I coulda told you that.
Bye. Bye buddy.

Shoddy workmanship afforded Cliff the time to investigate what he thought might have been a piece of paper sticking out of Lloyd's shoe. A spy in the Reclu? Never heard of in these times; just too damn cold on the upper floor.
I didn't want to go outside. If I got caught peeking at the heel of Lloyd's heed I could be bundled up in a sleeping bag; tied permanently tied inside and thrown out to the starving huskies waiting for work in the round above our heads.
The Recluxion reduced us to nomanland hallowed with open servitude to masters with quill.
Peripheral vision sharpened in forethought saw clear the field and twisted open the heel of his boot but instead of finding the #3 letter from swollen and bleeding soft fingers, he found a diamond ring fit into a mould inside Lloyd's heel.
Where did she go? Oh my love; I grieve for you so.

Names

What's in a name? According to Numerologists a name signifies the path the receiver's life will take; Destiny.
My birth name is Jean Carol Westerson
My adopted name is Carol Ann Caswell,
Remaining singular throughout Mother's marriages.
My married name is Carol-Anne duPlessis
My other married name is Caswell-Roy
My other married name is Hass
My other married name is Pilon
My other married name is Doiron
And back to my adopted name is
Carol-Anne Caswell

Imagine all the possibilities
They were undone
Imagine all the opportunities
They were undone
Imagine the future
It was undone
Imagine
Imagine what
A glamorous green granny apple orchard
I don't think so
Name this
Punk.

Bohemia

There is no judgment in the bohemian mind
No worry, no fretting away the hours
For want of irrelevancy
a world outside imagination;
Big Fat Reality: Fat Ass Cat.

Far away the device
switches ON clockwork
Opening the box
Of new probabilities:
Like an immaculate conception
The clockwork crescendos into rhyme
Said subject
Living and Ejecting Fear

Foster Russell is well hung

Foster Russell is well hung

She set upon the world her hand
Woven in wonderland wool
Bought and sold in the slave market
But today was a day unlike another
Her hand was gold under the wool
From her manservant had it stolen be
She was confused
She was confused

And so it came to be sometime ago
The maiden peeled the gold clay off
And underneath lay the pods of sorrow
and despair
Limp and ragged
She was confused
Poor dear

What is this thing called love
This wondrous thing, called love
I held a fantasy in my lap
Called it an erectile dance
But it swooped across
the dance floor
away from me
Distant
Far away.

A spec now frolicking in my site
Followed another by my eye
Signaling the other 'follow me'
Cross-eyed to the middle of my nose.
And off it flew
Distant
Far away