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Jaime (It Happened One Night)

Bitter frost against a yellow fire hydrant
My friend Jaime and I leaning against the ragged concrete wall
Speaking in silence of cigarette smoke
When passes a car filled with red roses and
crystal ball illuminated women
all asking us where the nearest dime store can be found?
What will you buy, I hear myself say
The one with black mascara and a yellow bustier answers
She wants it all but nothing will satisfy her ego
Jaime cannot help but laugh
So I bid him farewell and they beckon and away we go
 
We pass an orange house with an upside-down American flag
We pass a man running on fire but screaming for more frogs to fall
We pass a purple studded stranger who doesn’t nod
but winks as though he knows what’s real and what’s not
We pass a small black man walking an enormous white mastiff
while Lady Bellevue, who I’ve named because her eyes are like
saucers the Universe can’t quite handle, presses down on the gas
of our now rainbow colored speeding Cadillac
I say turn right
She turns left
I say turn up
She turns around
All the while Bob Dylan sings his raunchy
electric version of “Baby Let Me Follow You Down,”
And as we glide on the crystalline street named after a King
I see her, the lady I’ll never know, or kiss, or hold
or shake hands, or speak to, or get angry at
The lady I’ll dream, her essences always faceless
The lady I know might be my queen but never grow to be old with
 
Then Lady Clandestine, who speaks only in tongues
parks the car in the middle of the frozen ground
and begins a waltz towards the dime store we somehow magically found
Homeward bound, accepting rides from weird women
All women have lost their minds, but these ladies are special
Clandestine, Bellevue, and Young Amanda the Virgin
have accepted it and dance in the streets naked-minded
with no conception of reality, except for the impulses
Komodo Dragons own
 
We enter the store
A handsome boy-man with a bone in his hand
and a light bulb attached to his hip
A crimson scarf tightly around his neck
and two elegant diamonds on his front teeth speaks
What can I help with you today, my fair ladies?
Bellevue cuts across and smells the floor
Young Amanda watched the ticking time clock
while Clandestine mysteriously asked about
if they own anything that can match a flamed colored sock?
I retreat to the sanity corner, where a mounted moose smiles
from the wall as if to welcome me home
 
I light cigarette and the young-boy man with diamonds in his teeth
doesn’t seem to mind
Time, What is Time?
I search through the magazines
A young man shot
A fetus found in the trunk of a car
A woman raped by a gang of clowns
All smiling with sad faces like something out of a nightmare
Same News, Same America, Same Culture
Nothing new, just bad dreams waiting to happen
 
Jaime once said," Your mind is the prison man, its the REAL cage”
I muse about what Rimbaud or Voltaire or Descartes would think
but they are dead and in this day in age 2014
especially in the fall
romance is usually forgotten
I find a azure candle in the corner while the ladies set the place on fire
I light it with ice somehow
Finding truth beyond the truth
Like Ice
Like Fire
Matches tumble out, 296 approximately
I never was good at math but apparently my mind retained
the foolish school system I used to suffer through
I go to reach for motion through space
when Lady Red Roses, she is covered in a sapphire gown that hurts my eyes
A new harlot
Grasps my shoulder and shakes
“WHERE IS MY BABY? WHERE IS MY MAN?’
“It ain’t me babe,” is all I can say
This is getting to much
I’ve got to get on my way
 
The ladies dance to an fro
(Michelangelo and Da Vinci hiding naked in a geometry book somewhere)
now with baby joker face man-boy joining in
This could’ve been considered a sin, once upon a time
but now its just a vulgar but beautiful spectacle
like Obama making promises the public will only blame him for
I need to excuse myself, I need to smoke, I need to find a place to lie
that isn’t the multicolored madness of a floor
that the dime store insanity inducing LSD atmosphere
is apparently including in my vision
Somewhere Woody Guthrie is screaming
“Is this land meant for you and me?”
I wonder what he would mean if he saw this?
I wonder if he would ever again feel free?
 
I bid farewell, though they want me to stay
plead like blood pleads to be pumped
showing breast and pussies like it was currency
I guess that’s what passes for communication in 2014
 
I lost my hat
I lost my pants
I was bald
My pocket watch was gone
Apparently while the Enlightened Witches
took time to use red roses and curtains
to keep reality at a gate
as long as they could
while they danced to and fro
Michelangelo and Da Vinci apparently hid naked
in philosophical and existential white snow
 
I ran out after hearing Young Amanda demanding
her virginity to be lost
and wandered the streets
Looking for a home
All alone
Frozen to the bone
No where near a phone
which is weird because out of a 1000 children that fill the littered streets
of Free America
The only one I could find said,
“What’s a phone? Say you look like hell, maybe you need a hospital?”
I laughed and walked away
towards the setting sunset
which was a beautiful pink, yellow, blue and gray,
 
I saw Jaime at the same place we left off
Silent as a mountain
Silent as a prophet
Which I do believe he was
“I knew if you followed them, your mind would get twisted man,” he spoke
“You have no idea,”
But he did
Jaime was like that
 
So with my mind mangled
My body abused
My head bald
My pants gone
and a burning American flag wrapped around a bottle of Jameson
to our right
I lit another cigarette
And he told me what I needed to hear most
Oh Jaime
He told me what I remembered for the rest of my nights
“It’ll be alright man, madness is everywhere, its your choice to embrace it”
It’ll be alright...
Will it?
Its 2014
Whores and moths flooding the world like never before
Its 2014
but it’ll be alright
Like Jamie said
And that was enough to calm
The whirlwind, tornado, dust devil, spinning top of my head
“It’ll be alright...”
And we leaned in silence, until upon us, fell the stillness of night...

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