Flushing Fear

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Whatever you do with your fear…Just don’t look down!

 

Scene:

Laconia Bike Week 2014.  Weir’s Beach, New Hampshire

Characters:

Moped Lady

Jamaican Pot O Potty worker named, Dejohn

 

Moped Lady:

I’m afraid.  All the years I’ve been coming here…these things have been like death!  I don’t want to catch anything!

 

Dejohn:

Whateva yuh du maa.

Just dont luk dung!

Just dont luk dung!

I heard it in the night Words that thoughtless speak...so cunning and complex, only the narrow minded can see
I heard it in the night
Words that thoughtless speak…so cunning and complex, only the narrow minded can see

 

Weir’s Beached

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Barren and bold

Stone cold bone

Alone soot from a sodden stove.

 

Shook the itch…

that conclusive bitch.

She felt like poison ivy with a nervous twitch.

 

Left by itself

it could have passed,

as a vacant father’s vacant past.

 

Some beaten Beatnik, however,

rode along.

Placing passion with an off beat song.

 

Smoked by grass and distant cat fights.

And liberally located ink-ed nights.

 

Don Quixote plus Don Juan plus a two-legged motored steed.

Rambling Rose meets Dirty Deeds.

 

Grasping at compassion everyday...
Grasping at compassion everyday…