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MOODY BLUES

" breathe deep the gathering gloom

watch lights fade from every room

red becomes grey yellow turns white

then we must decide which is right

and which is an illusion "

the doom

i crossed broadway. the tailor was standing in front
of his shop. " good morning my friend " i say.
a meandering conversation ensued. he said that
the lord is returning really soon.

i suggested if that is true we should hire a couple
of teenage strippers and get an eighth of grape ape.
" lets go out with a bang !" i enthusiastically say.
his reply was the lord isnt about that.
disappointed i said goodbye and return home

the gloom

it is a trip of fifty minutes. mare island is passed.
two bridges are sailed under. there is seating outside
at the rear. fresh morning air sea birds and other
passing ferries can be enjoyed. a superlative view of
san fransico awaits

once docked a procession of well
dressed and well fed men and women exit and march
through the arrival hall. unsmiling and unspeaking
they appear to be going to judge and be judged

the tomb

an ex wifee of mine sells high end real estate and
these are challenging times. she had a medical
emergency and is concerned. i tell her if she thinks
she is about to knock on heavens door then sell
everything and take a long holiday

i say " go to the greek and turkish islands.
enjoy yourself with tanned beach boys and men
with thick mustaches. frolic under olive trees and
get romanced on deserted beaches ".
she said it all sounds good but she is too distracted
right now