Francis cash #11

Francis: Look at this, according to this fb post, the average hooman doesn’t know what he wants until you sell it to him. This is ridicurous. What’s happening to societies.

Simon: I don’t believe it, I just use my nose, hey, I think there’s Cheetos in the trash…

Francis: Cheetos! Hit me. Boy, I didn’t even know I was hungry. But I’m a bit snackish.

Beagle in the City #282

Francis: ugh I knew this would happen. You lost your job didn’t you?

Ethan: No, I’m on vacation.

Francis: So I still get snax?

Ethan: Yeah, you still get snax.

Francis: What are you going to do on vacation?

Ethan: I’m going to look at self publishing. You know , I was hoping I guess, that some publisher would notice my blog and publish that, but I’m just going to go ahead and start taking the initiative.

Francis: (coughs) ugh…I mean I don’t know to tell you this…but sure…your inspirational poetry is kind of really dark and heavy…I’m sure someone will buy it.

Ethan: Ooof. Hey, look who shared my post on Instagram…

Francis: Oh Wait…don’t tell me…Shakespeare?

Ethan: I’m never talking to you again.

2020 #17

My dear,

My darling,

I’ve been carrying this weight…this image…of a future.

I always

Have a flare up when I feel something like this move through me…

Bobby Kennedy was assassinated on this June day 1968

I think it’s like James Baldwin said…

We easily forget how young everyone was then…

He met with Lorraine Hansberry and Baldwin in 1963

Author of raisin in the sun

Kennedy was only 38.

Lorraine would of course die at the age of 34… and Kennedy would be assassinated just 5 years later at the age of 43.

The Kennedys were appalled at the living conditions of black Americans. They were young and changing their minds about things. But like James said, this was the cost of segregation, it was a Great Wall between us. You never REALLY got to know eachother.

And you didn’t feel that you had a place set for you at the table for the American dream. You were an opportunity a pawn but you were not really represented. If you rose up and talked like white men you were dangerous.

A friend of mine wrote me and reflected that same emotion. That she always pretended we were the same but she’s afraid we are really not.

It’s not a race issue

It’s an apathy issue

A distance

We don’t want to know or see or hear.

We want the horrors to stay over there.

We are all brothers and sisters

Lovers

But we are so comfortable I don’t know that we would even be moved anymore…

Maybe we really do struggle with a mental fear, while black Americans live in the reality. The reality that these horrors are daily events and just a step away.

Bobby believed

And he changed his mind

He moved in those directions.

Darling,

I’m going to be 31 this year

I’m thinking about the youthfulness of these people…

I’m thinking about their ability to hold ideas

I’m thinking about all of the people and the youth we have already lost…

I’m believing we have hope

This is home to all of us

And this is America

Hang in there.

We must face ourselves.

So we can love eternal.

The one about survival

You know the question

“If you were on a island what would you want with you…”

And some guy always says a “fork, spork”

Yada yada and a reader wants a book and someone else wants the will to live and it goes on and on…

I would want the guy that discovered you could get milk from almonds.

That’s my kind of survival. I mean, I couldn’t drink it. But that’s not the point.

Think about what kind of person looks at an almond, or rice, or grain and says….you know, I bet I could drink that.

And then someone else yells out

Yeah well, what can you do with this potato…

And bam

That’s where the vices really started.

Seriously though, that’s my kind of thinking

I don’t want to be the guy that’s under it all the time. Unable to get ahead or stay positive.

Let’s plan ahead and set a goal. Let’s get out there and stop complaining and just start focusing on the details. The small things. Our interactions with people.

I like to think it all adds up. Maybe that’s what makes a life or a week.

We live for the weekend

But maybe, just maybe…

Even with all my flare ups getting tossed around like flags at a football game…

Maybe we can have that kind of resilience and really keep moving forward, ultimately making progress in the end.

It’s ok to be down

Just don’t stay there.

Hid away

the yellow room

cold concrete

sun won’t talk with the moon today

The stars still hide

Because they saw your face

eyes still burn

Looking in

Cold hearted devil…

Overcast, my soul

My strength just turns away

Ash in my lung

Coals on my tongue

Walk me to the end of the road

Where we buried letters

all of our secrets

The dirt crumbles

Dry in your hands

I still keep them

And our names

And what we do

Just fades…

Remember me

Moons (30 for 30)

And the sky moves quicker than my breath,

She woke up feeling older

how do you know,

Where the flowers go when the snow falls?

Only that they return in spring…

And the shadows fall

Filling these empty halls

Can we fix these broken things?

She said all her hope was gone

All her heart was wrong

I sat there waiting

maybe it all comes back around

And if it’s not when you feel it should be

Remember,

Some, things, love

Always the strong things …

grow

Only

in the moonlight

And the daylight won’t know who you are …

But at night

Under the stars

In the quiet

You will feel your heart heal

And your strength grow

The Life of Job

New rebel

Old devil

Wake to the news

All of my people look the same

We are all

just badly dressed

Sara is still depressed

Johnny’s at the bar again

Talkin’ about the government

Saw you online again

Spreadin’ your intelligence

What’s anybody got to say?

We just sound the same

Isn’t it a cryin’ shame

We all got caught in the pouring rain

Jessie’s got her pregnant

Can’t even pay rent

We all know better

We’re all living well

Until we miss a pay check

Then we’re all screwed to hell

Oh well…

Aaron’s in the bathroom

PTSD

How long was the war again?

Did it ever really end?

Who can tell

The weather man shot that cloud to hell

When he took the draft away

Now there’s no overcast

And they killed the war machine

Or did it just switch garage again

keep working on the change

Staying off the chain gang

They’ll overlook the needle

And throw you away for a leaf

Even if you get free, you’ll never pay the fees

Look out soul

What’s happened to rockin’ roll…

Forget about the cards you’re dealt

There’s no guarantee

Keep your head down

Even when you have a good hand

We all know someone who lost his house back then

History makes a repeat

We’ll all skip a beat

We don’t work like we used to

What on earth will they ever do

Storm’s on the horizon

How’re you gonna make it?

What if you create it…

Beagle in the City #218

Dear doggie journal;

Today, me and dad picked up trash! We went through our regular walk and also picked up all the trash. And then we went to the re- re-sike-a-ling to see all the dumpsters!

Ethan: Hey guys I’m home….what did you do?

Simon: …nothing…we just waited here …you know, for you. Which you’re here now, so yay!

Ethan: you did something, I can tell…I don’t know what it is…but I’m going to find out.

Simon: Hey you must have had a hard day at work. How about you go to rain room and wash off.

Ethan: It wasn’t the trash…

Simon: I watched a great documentary today. It was called the X-Files!

Ethan: Simon,That’s not a documentary. It’s just TV.

Simon: Yes it is! How, how do you explain the pictures! And the videos! I saw it. You can’t stop me from believing dad. My eyes have been opened.

Garf: Yup, mine too. We both believe.

Ethan: No more leaving the tv on for you guys…

Simon: You can’t take the truth away from us dad.

Ethan: You ate all the food off the counter!?!

Simon: You know what’s really funny, I found a great comedy show called The Nightly News! I don’t think any of it was real.

Beagle in the City #215

Simon: I’m just saying, James Bond should have a dog.

Ethan: I hear what you’re saying, but I don’t see why he would need one.

Simon: 007 1/2

Ethan: What would he be licensed for?

Simon: To steal lunches and sniff butts.

Ethan: I bet Garf has been licensed to kill. He’s a tough guy. This is probably just his retirement.

Simon: What, that’s not true…he was adopted.

Ethan: I don’t know where he even came from, I don’t even know his past. He was probably lost on a mission. He just showed up one day.

Simon: …

Beagle in the City #211

Simon: Garf! Dad is going to be home soon.

Garf: I don’t care.

Simon: We always have lunch together. He brings the best sandwiches…

Garf: I don’t care.

Simon: You have to hurry because he has to go back the work.

Garf: I’m retired.

Ethan: Hey buddy. What have you been up to?

Simon: Napping mostly. When do we eat the sandwiches?

Ethan: I brought shrimp poboys…

Simon: poboys!