Firelight Window

At the top and after the fact, she had delivered a light, I thank you...

I switched flavored colors and light. A code was sequenced to be entered into the outstanding department store where I had bounced ten checks. And not residing in favorable weather, I became intense and paranoid, almost paralyzed with time. And the dull moments of a new day were wasting away throughout the bedroom. A start of a shotgun ring throughout my morning had made me get up and run into the light. In realm of sparks it felt like a mellow whisper in a dark cave in my ear that with each tick- tick - rock of the clock.

Because I have the experience of a world beneath my bottom source of gold I could not be sold. I had a lady to prove it to in there where the room was. And she was whispering something from her voice that sounded like “ morning hey”! I need morning money. Call the office, she whispered. Giving me the phone she said, “resistance is not an option”. Get your gold chains out. “Call the gypsy”.

As she dances over to the phone the room had an electric boom explosion zoom, vibrantly shaken as I recalled her name. Erika it’s you! You were the last to leave. And you were the long gone girl of the firelight. A consistent repeat of the same as I. It was not dying as I surrendered to avoid to the electric beam “boom”. As everyone couldn’t hear and they not knowing to care whatsoever about my debt. A white wing dove stood at the window as I glanced and peaked to see the outside darkness. Then she whispered, “what do you do for money, honey”?

It’s my will to survive and my eye can see what that dove was saying all along. The whispering light expanded In wasteland of blues. Not to stop at the top of the gloom and doom, I find a poetic glimmer. In this zone, which is my bank and I never did stop at the topic of a switchblade and a gypsy who was after the golden idea of this fire light. Where could I go?

Do you have a moment, honey? The sunrises in the room was the best place for dinner, the two of us. I heard in the distance as I held her hand, beautiful in the dark. I was high, I was high.

I touched down and it was strangest thing known to be found as the rain came down. The blues outside my window and Cindy walked in. She came in through the window. She through my wallet at me and then walked across my head and I stood beneath the light. This is the dream I had tonight. Alone and quiet, cute and charming, with all of her wonders. Cindy all the way. Yeah, I thought and I thought. The one to be, the one for me, the one that I want, oh,oh,oh,!

How little it matters, oh how little we know and she gave me an extreme tingle after she slammed with the billfold. Maybe once maybe twice I see my gypsy as I was in fear. Cindy danced away and left a memory for me and Erika. It all was through n the brightness from the darkness of this house. And then I stepped out into the bright sunset from the inner light. Whistle, whistle an ugly bad whistle from a good man, the man that cost the full payment of ten thousand dollars came out of the darkness of the movie house not this bright sunset. “I thank you”, he said. It takes believing. It is not living, no, it’s not looking right. From the color of a dream I became cold as black shadow. I got to fight to keep alive n her eyes. So, she gave me the wallet.

The glory of it all is the will to survive to the last second and moment. I got it back into my own living and she said don’t cry, don’t raise a fight. “You have got to believe that the game is over, and I won. The bill has been paid. All for one, and one for all- it’s a done deal. We’re goin’ home!

That was beautifully said by her. “Give that man a cigarette”, she said politely. And she sat there at the desk and then slammed down the phone on the receiver and then it suddenly rang. The connector said to her in a soft voice, “what do you do for money, honey”? Abundantly I became suddenly aware that this might be an opportunity to take a vacation far away with my honey. And so it was.

Took my shadow and left that morning all by myself to the golden state of California for a ride on that jet plane. I knew what it was like to be in that room full of glooming dooming color. And at last I held on to a different lamp. Where all of a sudden I got such a kind call from Cindy on my mobile phone. She said go to the bank and there is twenty five hundred cash I saved for you. I knew you would need it. I was shocked and she did know this, that I left for SanFrancisco.

“Come go with me” I heard her whisper as I remember, and this time it got me. I didn’t want to rub my magic lamp too much, but she’s a rainbow. And she quakes me when I see her walking towards me as I enter the airport. Gone gone gone is the dreams that came from a dark idea. And now my inner light is like a cheer. Love is whole and love is one with Devine.

As the lesson has been taught, by the natural boss of discipline I am free. My behavior is parallel with goodness and there is Devine consequence. Imagine it can divide the differences and it’s the switch- 747 jetliner.

Back to the floor and the way I was as I saw my gypsy dancing to me without nobody else left. The light of forgiveness can shine through my heart and reach my mind. Out of a beyond belief reality that she is a victim of a spirit. The logic of confusion and psychosis is also.

My attraction coming coming and going to the bridge, pay the toll; and then stare vividly Inside her soul and feel a reflection beyond belief. Please come again; please! I inhale after I release the pressed pressure and millions of stars. At my feet as it’s one two and three, down to none. When can I feel it , the song . The color of my dream is not living at a bad despise with smoke filled disaster. A fresh breath to thrill a shooting star is away. The car goodbye and have a cigarette technology set him free.

Eyes cool steady wide stare at my face an opera of colors and confusion and a bit of love. Immediately find her immediately keep her and do not weep. Take a step straight up and straight ahead with a smile. And then being born inside the dream all day down Ashbury Park in the city. Flash, the picture frame and hardened look relevantly the same. Into a good breath my prayer will return and then turn it to her.

The owner of the carnival was taken and then took the last deep breath. The Golden Gate glimmered in the sun. And, I waited on hillside for her until I felt a slight chill from the fog. Turn into the fire, lights of the city and they were in a liberal rush. Made out of gold and it can’t be sold, so the music in the distance called our name. Beautifully done.

I just could not say how to survive that war and to those that died there was no competition in the Fire Light. Many of us wondered what was right could be wrong when it had quaked out her name, Devine. And the power of the mighty and the one and only, the ultimate super hero had won. Aloha! Call me home to Maui again. And there she was at the airport with a flower lei. Kiss so softly, so sweet, and so gently- Maui (a vision of boom). A ticket to ride, good love so trusted. My wind in my eyes and face of blown thunderous memories.

I believed at midnight, when I had arrived and all the flight was a fight after I saw that photograph. And it all comes down to Mahalo. She was just a photographer. And a relation at that with wind blown hair that shined like a black velvet style. A vision of likeness in her light from that city. And I called her Devine. It’s no secret as I stood ten feet tall to be at her smile and hear in the windy stairs. Although her stormy face was only going another direction, with pearls. To see her all at once among them in the trees caught my attention. I had to go back to the Ashbury Park.

So I called her, so musically I had her and then a song. It was like “Putty in Your Hands” a blues song. I’d say hello but there is ain’t no telling when I will see you again, will it never end to my burning desire. To define the research in Devine on this misty blue Sunday is all it can be in SanFrancisco. Good times to my surprise I came crawling out my window with my fear twisted. With the holding of my dreams intact I came outside in the clear dawn of the sunrise, of the Bay, in and beyond the bridge of my window. The disturbing news was a mistake for all of the “trio” could not let us be. Although I can see, the dawn in the distant fog beyond the way.

Too many times and how many more times how do I do what I do to her? I wish I knew I could stay in the Aloha way. Too far along the way I wish I could stay. Thoughts and that of her day all the way. Now, in her character and who is the cheater? Disgrace of a gentleman I became every time I give into my own lies. Gone it goes but only through grace is there a difference. And with the shame that is relevant and sane, I call your name. It’s a daily chore.

Oh no! I thought what happened to the daily photographs from today? Give me a chance I will passively say hello to her when I finally make that call to call her home. Tell me what I’d say!? The light coming down on me and to define the unsteady shake of a leaf with thoughts of a heavy storm in mind. Everyday just the same with all of the desire to come and stay. My firelight is an idea upon a long hike is to say hello and goodbye to be a show.

The serenity came, it’s a hide and go seek game! Come one, an see its came I am is are, was you are to get to wear the hat on the job. Time to go to work and one deal for the road it’s an old deal to be on the show it’s sold. Hello! Is are what you say to the benefit of it all is of to the telescope pointing to outer space, thereof that the reality has touched my inner feeling quite so gladly. I realize the fact of life. I say it was also to the knowledge that I really wanted of all that happened. And she quaked me of it all, thank you! Good job! She gave it all that I needed leaving behind the national disgrace. And also that was true to the knowledge.

A dark violet in the morning and too inspired at night darkness my heart will sing. The chemical in the morning, coming moments that I feel the down pain is my dilemma of large doubt. As a sunlight tightrope is negative stress. Day and night, night after night staying awake and I know that you are telling me lies, meow, meow!! There you are strong as you come home. That you were to show me everything and to prove otherwise, good love sometimes and knowing my first line, you could be trusted. My cat came home. A dark gentleman came home with him.

Through and through I opened the door as they walked in and most importantly my open and honest heart was with welcome. Hello, he said you are a person who I do not understand and you will never see me again. The cat ran towards the window. I sighed in relief and he said, no reason to get excited but I walked in to late and your cat hissed and growled. All along I knew he needed you. The wind howled and he left in a hurry. So I got my mind together and came across to see I had just awakened from a dream. There was no gentleman and no cat.

Stoned and beautiful it was another rainy day morning and the coffee delicious. The sun came through the windows and I wasted no more time like that, existing. What, I thought I’ve got to call her. Long long while, I was wrong and she was right. Devine came over to spend the night. The edge of the night was coming near she will come in the night wearing the same sweater. I’ll meet her next week instead, it will be a full Monday after the fall of my own reflections of what that she had seen in the light. Intuitively I turned out the night.

Black hair with a kitty cat stare, good bye. Blues in the night the moon will hide its light, when I get these things done. A clouded memory standing in the beat of this sound of a boom back in my room. Was I coming up or down and under that spell of you. Asking me what I want to be and all of the in between. A better time, as I awoke from my dream and she said, “I love you”. I showed her my room and isn’t it good all on the fire and bloom with magic all around, standing in the heat.

Just as long as I have known this, that no one had looked to see us enter the room we weren’t going anywhere from nowhere. Am I anywhere? Well, as you can tell the way I used to walk, I’m woma'ns man without the talk. She said, I knew right from the beginning that you would end up winning. What comes around goes around, that is why. Once again, I knew right from the start as our heart beat as one. Nothing changes today. It’s the word “love”.

What goes on? In your heart I will continue to walk around your beat. As I wait for the tide to turn and for always I realize we can be likewise together my Devine. In the back of my mind I see the firelight in the right room. Sometimes I stare at he wall. And then, I decide to call and you work so hard and never play. My friend to your Splenda, and on and on I begin to realize you are here. Thank you, on this dark side of reality I am sober now not in too deep. I kept that lifestyle that I encountered a relapse to take me out. My truth is to the same to be a climax of the fact in my head being in denial.

On my prayer I should surrender that kind of thing with the power that can be higher power my Devine. Unto the light, in the light in her face I am not having to hold this cigar and drink in deep despair. Espresso and wine will you send me an angel to break and be free while I’m actually all alone, really God. I am alone in my room having reflections on the thoughts that matter with every new day. Now that I know it of love, and she must be right it’s just a word. Now I will change all my toys. That’s not surprising, in all of my joys. I make an effort to be sober, without the hesitation going from place to place in the light. When will the truth be found to realize my dreams in the awareness that I see no reality. And since she’s been gone I want no one to talk to me, don’t bother me. She’ll always be the only lady for me. Deep in dark despair she is the one for only me.

To overcome the obstacle of a doubt I step out of the darkness and into a new ray of light, the firelight divine. There is something happening somewhere. Over the great Devine and love filled sea of long ago with the nightmares burning, to be the last to leave and the last to be gone, the long distance winner will find me. Can you see me? Look up ahead I see the love and fireworks in the city. Happy visions in the sky over the sea, she had kissed me. We called back our memory in the room. The summer evenings glow, with power and soul. She is definitely, the Devine who knows. The sky heavy red burning bursts of hibiscus, a sheer scream of wonderful smoke. Is a little more than enough to be okay before I throw it all away. It’s raining, I am dreaming and I lay back to my bed while you stand around and cry. This house is burning down. The red is through the sky, look at the sky and the fireworks aren’t over. No reason to get excited it is a kind of smoke surrounding a realm in the city’s new something. In the cold distance the wind will howl. Up ahead during this, the rainbow flashing from the exploding boom leaves an aura light in the room.

How many more times I hear the thunder cold splash of lightning zoom wonder on the Haight and Ashbury district under the assistance of many fireworks. I see the stars come falling down from the sky and gently they kiss your tears as you cry. Are you sad? My tears just fall into dust as I am dry without any tears at all but she cries. And she’s got style that woman and she makes me smile that woman. There is a funky day ahead. Most importantly she likes to please me, when she calls in this unforgettable night. Makes my heart brace with her pretty face. This thriller is for us to see it at the start of the show going on in the room. She strips and smiles in to my eyes. You would think I like it. She says little games are for little boys you need to change your toys. I say I want you play my little games. She says go away leave me alone don’t bother me. I’ve got no time for you.

Cindy is a mile away, she left a message on automated voice messaging system. Her message said Aloha! The beautiful hibiscus firework show was a blast and now that it’s over let’s get together. I can hear the bells at the other side. Hi! I said let me get the keys and you have the car, are going to come to my window? “I in deed”, she said. I will see you as you look out the rear view mirror. This so called surperior boss of mine told me you’re here at this flower district and the hibiscus show of that the sky had turned heavy read, lord. I left everything back in Maui to have Erika take to the movie house. Well the destiny is sold my dear.

They stay at the park down at the end, who I said? The hippies! They are bringing back the summer of 67’ down there. Hibiscus culture of civilization, they are calling it. Psychedelic funk, arts, fair and love this Sunday. The electric ladies were doing the dancing as we drove up to see the end of the firelight show. It sure has been a long hot summer night as I’m looking out the window. I was hypnotized by her as sh came up outside to greet me because I had not seen her for quite a long time. With her gypsy eyes and there sh was at her roadside. I felt Devine. And loneliness was such a drag on me and it was down on me. And I called to her and she said, “ hear what I say”! Look at the sky, turning a heavy red! It’s like the planet is on fire. I don’t see anything. I thought to myself and it seems she was high on something, most likely. All along the street the bells are screaming! She said abruptly, can’t hear it? Then she said, “the red dots are like candy”! Ah yes I see, and so is the candy. Everybody is high, including myself. She’s got style, that woman. Makes me smile, that woman.

Most importantly, I ain’t got nobody that I can depend on. It’s just me, myself, and I . The firelight was coming on strong. I had dealt with nothing like this firelight before, ever. In my room full of mirrors I saw myself and only me continuously imagining all of these things in which I am narrating about, but it’s all in my mind. And all of what is out the window and a little white dove. The whole seen in my room was imaginary and I was on a roll. I’ve developed a scenario and, all the scene out my window, and the characters inside was my trip. Go ask Cindy, I think she would know as my mind moved so low. And, Devine an Erika as well, as they expected to see this place in SanFrancisco. ....

This just no place for to act and think in sync with something so inexpressible and the connecting principle is invincible. It is atomic with the images, too. As the phone call to the front desk made me shout into the distance because they called the secretary of the office at the Museum of Modern Art. And then I was off to the laserium to see the Led Zeppelin orchestra. Right about then I blew my mind and i continued to see the knowledge from psychedelic fear. And all of this story is a psychedelic experience, anyway so as I’m here in the car going from Haight St. through Broadway over towards Union Square I am on a trip. Cinderella is in the front seat with me. Or, I mean Cindy is here. Her eyes are going off, and on and, I’ve got my fingers full of blue. And, I’ve got two more grams to go. My remote control hands do everything for me. And then I laughed so hard I cracked the windshield. I think it was cracked from laughter and the bells of the city that were ringing out my stereo. Of course, it was Purple Haze. I ain’t getting nowhere and there was something happening somewhere. We are in the dark when the dawn is on the rise. Through the light, I see in my rear view mirror, I see Cindy. Come go with me, come go with me. Because she is coming to my door, and her voice is clear and she is black as night as she is not there I just stare at the eyes here, there, everywhere. It’s a good day.

When I see the intense there in her arms, in her eyes, I’m pushed up against the wheel in the sky. Not now, not tomorrow until neither of us has any questions to ask. The same thing as yesterday, true that my destiny won’t stop as I have been up there high and dry. Inside this pouring rain and fog today, look over yonder at the black wing gull over the bay. I was driving for three hours as I came down out of the tunnel. Then into the County of Marin I could take a very deep nervous breath, they were not through over there. They were cooking up at the festival, I decided to drive through Fairfax, to the Town and Country Club. It was a broad opportunity and they decided to export all the firelight from there to there. The work, it just wasn’t right and I had a sleepy time driving slowly in the midst of the manor. It was Monday morning, my favorite time to work I guess. Jim said, “don’t you be late, do you understand”? Cindy said, “I want to show you”! Here is the dot of firelight, dear Jim.

The tire tracks are across your back, Cindy! He said. He told me, “you got to look out”! She started to stutter, “can’t you tell I’m doing fine”. You are way across the borderline. Let’s have the good times roll! And, I am so tired I have slept a wink, should I get a drink? Cindy! When I met you at the old highway I realized I was hypnotized. The morning and the day is dead, too, I thought. As I frowned at the ever falling dust pouring from Jim’s hand. There I sat misplaced and only time would tell where I am going. Still raining, and still dreaming, and then she vanished then I knew, in the crystal and the light of Sue. She came in colors everywhere. She had thick blond hair. She came in colors. She said, see the sky in front of you, what to do. Tomorrow is blue without a name without a sound, it’s a natural obsession of nothing at all and it’s the scene I’m used to. Music makes us come together. Music makes Sue feel like a rebel and then she likes to boogie woogie.

It’s never gonna stop it’s gonna drive me crazy, music! It makes the people seem like a Hollywood jungle gorilla dancing scene. I continue to hallucinate. The situation takes off from the firelight dust. In the station ifind my seat and watch the show. Looking out the window I see the circus of the characters in line for their bananas. Looking out my window on an occasion from time to time while I’m tripping out here in my room with my vivid imagination. I feel a phase that I can picture the black curtains while I stay hallucinating the psychotic vision of my consciousness. From the beginning what can I do and just set this stage to come up with a storyline that will basically keep my mood free from the place of circles. The circles of stress inside the box and then to jump out to hit the street and be without shelter. So to fade away with a shout away in the streets where this scene out the window I see the lost souls having a food fight with bananas. And to watch this show of gorillas at play is the reason that I can’t forfeit and give up my residence at the Town and Country Club. Jim and Sue said these Gorillas are test subjects of the candy they make and sample to these primates. One of them got into my car and started the engine by hot wiring at 3:00AM the previous morning.

No regrets to open this line and live on the money selling the firelight line network sheets. I know all those hippies in the city are going to need some off the line sheets during their hibiscus love summer expo. And I’m going not too crazy on some of itmyself, despite all these colors I experience in confusion, that touches my soul. I know what I want, and I know how to go about getting it. After testing the gorillas with samples they were being silly although they found peace of mind. Now they in the midst of becoming sort of manic, Jim had tuned them in to the situation, with that special paper sort of stuff. And now Charlie’s place was in on the gig ordering 200 sheets. And the telephone orders for these sheets of music was on the uprise. The firelight candy sheets we were making, had me on roller coaster ride and I was blowing my mind. Lucy in the sky with diamonds, the theme song. And now, it was a ride over to Charlie’s place to pick up my order. By the time I got there the coke sticks they gave me at the door was giving me needles and pins. And I recalled the dealer on the phone who would give me six extra dots to take. I was having a sugar rush and the world in which I was in was like wonderland with coton candy and two giant candy cane rainbows. With the silliest mood in which that melted all those inside. I would hide beneath my logic. The telephone kept on screaming at Charlie’s Place. As I was scared into a lost trip I found myself caught up In communicating the reason behind the meaning of life and discovered the flow of life. I was able to accept me for the person that I was, understanding myself more clearly and able to relax. In reality I felt less pressured about my looks and I got centered in realizing to just sit with my own identity.

Now that after that party at that place, I made it home and I am alone in this situation of mind over matter. Fortunately for everyone else, there came an abundance of profit after being in the “deal”. It was special becoming inspired by the makers of firelight. And today I feel like meeting her more than before. To be loving her is all that I was living for. Somehow it seemed that to be living for Cindy is all that needed to be and then for Devine. They thought that I somehow managed a game with the power of the change, today. Sue had left an impression while Jim was a blessing I saw that I had somebody to love. Although I was pushed aside and lost in illusion just had been trippin. And the love as is was so in Devine. So we all decided to make it for an espresso at the North Beach Cafe. Cindy muttered how it was so splendid at the district park a feeling of extract. Devine was talking about the dancing at the Palledium club where I meet them five years ago. They just said when love will find a way just give it time. I said for any drama that crosses our way we can just thank Charlie’s Place. It was good business. Devine said, “don’t stop at the top”. I might just as we get high before we drop.

Out there on the street, that’s where we meet, up to the room where we dwell, out of the way of the avenue, real cool to be together, with the two in my bedroom. Cindy and Devine ate me alive for eight hours. After awhile I began to explode. It was a mix between the three of us as they emotionally hated eachother over me.

They love to party and have a good time, every need got an ego to feed. In a paradise of sweat and tears, oh could they be loved. I had to say something, forever loving in this heart filled with soul with these two girls. The stages they put me through and the rage I gave them, forever loving, yah? Just like a dream or a tree planted for the purpose in every season, forever loving. Somewhere around the bottom of this triumphant freedom they bounced enough to free their minds. It was just a part of this story that could fulfill the book. Now that we have stopped the time with the atomic energy in our sex, it was time to say good morning to one more throw. And into this generation was born a song. That was part of it, to have our redemption. If they could help to sing it was like an electric lady of sound vibration to groove. Lay back and groove to the mood and have a couple hits made to fulfill the firelight expo in Ashbury. If you’re going to San Francisco be sure to wear some flowers in your hair, OK?

Now the ice cream was to be loved without changing or rearranging my mind or taste for the ever light flavor. Don’t let them change you or rearrange you. Maybe they are all satisfied, to the beat of a different drum and a note that’s in tune. This could be the last and may be the only time, I don’t know they told me once or twice. They had struggled to the fact that I was driving it in real good at the golf course. They definitely need not compete with the fact I was a better golfer. Almost too ready and too steady I was. I was known as a middle aged player who always gets the first hole in the first swing. Because, I’m a swinger I get my share of dates, also I guess. Too much around to pass up on the green. Come go with me, come go with me. I will take the club by my hand like no other man can, at that it’s to be an optimist. I am an optimistic individual, the cup half full with always a light at the other end wherever I go. Throw in a happy meal with whole deal as well. You will find yourself winning, when you hang with me. I am an uplifted individual, who wants to lift others, hopes and spirit up to my level. Or, I want to be at their levels, I suppose that’s why I was involved with this trip on my vision of firelight window. With my vision over here, looking out my window, they are outside playing one more time. They got to try hard in the rain, but the slow hours that pass by have them getting few customers on the street with anyone. It’s ten dollars per square and we have a goal of two hundred and twenty.

Easy at the park at the end of Ashbury they are full with enough and plenty to go around as Cindy was attending the Saturday hibiscus concert. The Strawberry Alarm Clock performed. The politicians in the city were supportive of the whole thing. The walls came tumbling to the vibrations of the heavy bass instruments and supersonic love drums. I had waited all night to get my fix again so I called the front man at Charlie’s Place to get a score. As real as it seemed and I recovered from the Thursday trip. The coke sticks had added a touch and the fictacious Friday escapade on those two was enough. Rocks off to another go at that and I could anticipate how exited it will be as I am using them again.

Back on Maui Rainbow Bridge Arena was getting good vibes across the lovefilled sea about “hibiscus” and made some hibiscus spice of their own. The spokesperson named “Jack” couldn’t get enough of the firelight as he came to the phone with a big order. Now Firelight was even becoming a bit of a success. Devine had taken some in with her sugar and espresso. She had some hibiscus spice of her own as well. The “hibiscus spice” was our own little secret. The way that it should be, a good woman knows a little more about how I should feel when it comes to that good spice a taste of the hibiscus honey on my way to Charlie’s Place. Oooooo yeah! Messages just keep getting clearer and yes, there is something that is happening.

I get a reaction, in the dark and as the world moves in my life, hey baby lets go dancing in the dark. It is really to fly without looking back with a psychotic reaction in paradise, think about it while crying, think twice. Another day of this junk! Is another day in paradise of getting high a confusing sound of color? Window of doubts and lies of love or confusion, what’s my name?! She says, I can’t see you anymore. Ok, Sue!!

These are the way things must remain, as we are social children. How could that happen, anyhow. You feel quickly different until you hope the thing just goes away. It was civil and nice in the city that night, it was a Wednesday dance. I was broke down, and broken hearted like a little kid at this little dance. Then Mr. Charlie asked me a crazy, but not so serious question.

He asked, “is it in the pouring rain, or is it just a waterfall”? Then he quietly stepped out. I guess he meant something by that, so I started getting a little nervous. And though, there he died and I found him gone.

Then Larry came up to me with his grinding teeth, as if he took a whole lot of too much Speedy. I thought, “was it Lucy”? Speedy! Larry muttered. The kink, was clear to come to that of what caused, Mr. Charlie to fall and the voice yelled, across the dance floor. Listen man, I said. “ I wanna tell you about my good thing, and I won’t, disclose no names, but they are good friends. And also, where they come from sure makes a hell, whole of a lotta difference”! Yes, that’s really what makes a difference, and surely you could see the light ahead of me. Up from the skies as I stood, the sound system went into overdrive, with the people coming together, dancing to the musicians all around the floor, live!

One silver dollar changing hands, throughout the night to buy the last hit of the fire dust, and still plenty. Of, outside of that in the firelight window, to go around in the clear made it clear I wasn’t through. He had his last psychotic reaction, that Poor Charlie. And so they came and took all the band away, up from the Civic Center and locked them into the dimension of the quietest storm behind the mountains where they were last standing and, that was the end of Charlie’s Place.

Lord knows, of that child, Charlie and so did every other mothers son including, Mother Nature. A revolution of waste, and still I’m sad. For myself my tears just fall into dust. But, most important of all the evil lies in the depth of hell and the blackest of hates, beneath the dark night and shadows of light. With nobody to depend on, and noticing my smile was nothing and wouldn’t be enough I fled. Into the reality, I faced to recover from this merely, insane reality of isolation. I had not an answer. So as they always say, “when will they learn”.....? And so my cry was through and then, there is no use to be wondering why, that there would be no other time to be high. All the circles filled my head as I gone done to sleep in the middle of no place. It was time for some new aloha, it was back to the airport. The so called superior firelight was still in effect and I was coming down.

Many miles away I considered to be young but then I was old and lost without a clue. I was up to something new and I boarded the plane and vastly I vanished in the air. Cindy and Devine, Sue and Jim all went their way. Lucy was still with me in the sky with a handful of diamonds and being airborne, I took a shot and consumed all the dust. I was back on the train again with this circumstance beyond my control, so I wiped my eyes and descended like a fly.

I arrived in the morning with nothing to say but it was stars in the sky and the rain falling down in the midst of all these colors I recall the dance in the dark, back in California really had my world falling apart there. And to fly across the ocean I thought twice and it was just another day that I will be in paradise. Now looking in the mirror seems that my face was clean and shining black as night. I didn’t want to see those people anymore, I left them in the back of my mind. I felt like a butterfly in a spiders web because of my large responsibility that I was facing. “Hello”!! I heard as I was getting my luggage and there was Cindy with one tear rolling down her left cheek.