6 6 2015 - INTERMISSION - FREAKSHOW

6
6
2015

INTERMISSION

FREAKSHOW

———

“I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.”

– Freddie Mercury

———

ringmaster w/ megaphone cone—

dames & banshees!
salamanders & dandies!
gather ‘round one 'n all ye!
the world renown’d
FREAKSHOW
in town
and the monkey rent’d a $5.00 tux for the occasion!

we'z got oddballs!
miscreants!
lab experiments gone dastardly!
and all that’s matter-factually beside
The Main Attraction!

Featuring!

THE STRONGEST MAN ON EARTH

who against the odds 'n fickle haphaz'rds—
will brazenly attempt to lift
2
near-fully-grown
men
over his head
with one arm alone,
all while wearing a banana-yellow leotard 'n matchin’ ballet slippers!

criminy!
i tells ya, folks—
if the maniac pull this rabbit out the hat
we’s gonna strike a match,
blast Wonder Woman out a cannon,
and lay a 1:2 punch t blondyn’s kidney
til the cat make a cameo!

———

-ringmaster chucks megaphone,
pulls half-smoked cigar out his back pocket,
leopard bikini woman passes by, lights it.

-ringmaster—

“blast his gumption, i tells ya—
an’ for what’s that cat
so set on respectability, anyhow, huh?

would ya talk to him darla?
try again—think he’s having a bad hair day, that’s all…
weather gets him.

blondyn

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5 25 2015 - Chapter 7 - Lo & Behold!

5

25

2015

Chapter 7

Lo & Behold!

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“A good traveler has no fixed plans

and is not intent upon arriving.

A good artist lets his intuition

lead him wherever it wants.

A good scientist has freed himself of concepts

and keeps his mind open to what is.”

-Tao Te Ching

~

lost.

out to sea.

like at present—

all ‘board,

upon a Tall Ship,

all 'lone,

one hand in pocket;

other one

jazz snappin’

to the Thelonious lull

of ocean roll

b/w reflections of the downtrodden backstory—

(http://jonblondyn.blogspot.com/)—

as concentrating on the scintillating visionary—

(happening)—

all midst orchestrating

the AElixir of Mind Heart Spirit

Unto a Singularity of The Wind

To sex his sails hunky dory

like a feature presentation of direction unbound.

just like that,

in essence,

found—

“land ho!”

o blondyn.

there he go again.

only dude on deck,

narrating himself third person—

(or is it 2nd…?)—

as towin’ lines,

hoistin’ sails,

envisionin’ Kingdom Come on the Horizon

to which he head.

“ah… home sweet home,” says blondyn, “journalism poetry.”

and just like that,

with chapter 1, hardly on,

he fancies he’s crossed the rubicon fine line of his destiny.

o blondyn.

“better let my friends in on it.”

he makes a dash over to the treasure chest

where letters ‘i-m-a-g-i-n-e’

been carved with a Bowie Knife.

go figure.

he kicks off the lock,

opens it up,

pulls out a Message In A Bottle,

throws it overboard

and claps the hard work off his hands

just like he done the time before.

“this time different tho,” he fathoms, “this time, getting learn’d on a Tao Te Ching Approach to the Day.”

and without being all too keen on what it means

he takes a deep breath

and just like that

blows winds in the sails

full speed yonder,

all the while unknowing

the reality of the scene—

he asleep on the streets of nyc

dreaming up this dream

at present.

~

blondyn