Piscator
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I apologize for low volume, very much a newbie.
Acid Reflux
"Am I too handsome for my height?'"
Lewis would ask the faceless mannequin
as we tripped through the department store
and he swore they sometimes replied
and the answer was always "Yes".
Then out into the night and that
John Lee Hooker concert where
paranoia came on with the vulpine
ladies of the night hanging from the
first balcony and we had to get out
fast and did just in time to fade into
another night on the farm, before Ken's
pot field was ripped off, when we sat on the
roof watching the colours flash across
the heavens, waiting for the alien landing
that never came, although the paper next
day noted an intense Aurora Borealis that night
and finally that bizarre party at the university
press convention, where everyone was on
acid, save for an older guy who was only drunk
and sat playing Moonlight Sonata on the piano
while icicles ran up and down my spine.
"They always have Beethoven at church camps."
Off once more into a snow filled night, where the
lights of the airplanes, coming in low over the lake
made them look like flying saucers,
but "We won't get fooled again."'
Later in the 70's, adulthood precipitated; most
everyone got serious and went on to become
"Doctors, and Lawyers and Business Executives."
But no ticky-tacky for us, we went for luxury
German touring sedans and single malt became
the reality shield of choice.
But not for everyone.
Tony died in a single car crash.
Tom whom I lost touch with after the
hash deal fell through, died in his
sleep in a house trailer fire.
Paul who used to play ragas on
his banjo just for fun was shot
suicide, a drug deal gone bad or both.
Lewis was institutionalized with paranoid
schizophrenia and was never the same.
I still accept his ranting phone calls even
though I have call display and could block him.
But I never give him my ex-girlfriend's
sister's phone number because
she’s now my wife.

