Decided to drop acid and climb the maple tree.
Jack brought his french horn.
Jerry got the bright idea that they should
bring down the telephone pole
in front of the post office with pruning sheers.
They snapped off as they went for
the main support cable.
Thank God that didn’t work out as planned.
“Freud was the one who introduced the idea of projection,” said Ruth.
“No he didn’t. Freud was a fraud, a coke head, and he faked his case studies.” replied her son, Jack.
“He was not a fraud. Jung was a fascist.”
“What do you mean?”
“A nice fascist, but he was a fascist.”
“He was always jealous of Freud.”
The lower branches were trimmed off
so it was tough to climb.
But the upper branches were big
They reached out
over the roof of the house.
Jack was under house arrest,
but it was an easy lean and swing
onto the tree.
Then down into the yard
for a quiet escape.
So, I go to the local gas station/liquor store.
And I’m wearing a cap with an elm tree as the logo
and a tie dye Indonesian number with a pocket
(because a man needs pockets).
And I ask for a map.
After peeking at it, they inform me it’s not for sale.
I hand it back to them.
As I am leaving, the big dude at the register asks me
“Are you sure you aren’t a hit man, casing the area?”
I answer, “Do I look like a hit man to you?”
“Those are the most dangerous ones.” he says with a smile.
A pile of half rotten cucumbers shaped in ways suggestive.
They were tasked with the clean up.
One look at each other, another look at the mound.
It was on – hurling, howling and ducking for cover.
Took one upside the head, then he caught Patrick squarely as he ran.
Hadn’t laughed that much in years.
See saw Margery Daw,
Jenny shall have a new master;
And she’ll get bounced in the air
and sent flying off…
Jack’ll be caught and given hard labor.
Then, she’ll get paid but a penny a day
Because she can’t work any faster
And because she toils in the sweat shops
that make the emperor’s clothes.
He was always a bit mischievous.
Took off at the drop of a hat.
Jack brought him one day to a figure drawing class.
Let him go so he could focus on his drawing.
Next thing you know the dog was sniffing the model’s private parts.
Jack grimaced and pulled him off the platform.
Visiting her folks’ place in Jersey.
Strict Irish Catholic family.
Marianne’s room was in the attic.
Jack got the couch in the basement.
Mother slept with the bedroom door open.
No choice but the old Volvo for fooling around.
Steaming up the windows.
And covering each other’s mouths to keep the noise to a minimum.
What if Jack were sitting
in the middle of an answered prayer…
But he was too preoccupied
with everything to realize it?
And what if, instead…
He stopped and took inventory
of all the things that had come to him
in spite of his desire
to see otherwise?
He might already have
everything he needs.
Smelling jasmine flowers as he walked by the barking dogs.
Jack remembered her laughing from the back of the cab.
Grabbing his hand and pushing it under her dress.
Smiling and encouraging him to misbehave.
It was a long time ago,
but he could still see her polka dot dress
and white elbow length gloves.