sep sep

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siskel & ebert

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Ebert

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Hypnotic Trance

I will count down from ten to one.
When I reach one you will be
in a state of complete relaxation
and all sensations of pain
and discomfort will disappear.

10  close your eyes
9   let your body sink deeply
8   you are getting very sleepy
7   peace slides over your body
6   starting from your toes
5   there now let all tensions float away
4   good breath deeply
3   every breath moves you closer
2   to peace and relaxation
1   now you are at complete peace 

Sleep deeply and be refreshed and in tune with the world.

Lets go Crazy tonight

"We talk about being able to control ourselves. But self control is a rare and remarkable virtue"

Carl Jung  1875 ~ 1961

Lets go crazy tonight

throw away our virtue

run over our self controll

drink to excess and have

hangovers that last all week

Lets go crazy tonight

ruin our reputations

scream in the halls of justice

hunt down and kill the

meddling back fence talkers

We are humans

we are animals

we are turning over cars

and abandoning sickly jaundiced babies

so we can drink till we puke

Bed Slide

Jose and Jon had tied it down good. The ropes went through the windows and around and around again. No one could accuse them of laziness.  Stupid yes, lazy no. The 1977 Hornet was way past its prime by 20 years and a total rust bucket. They had just enough gas to get there and get back. Home was a shadowy thing at best for these two grifters, so anyplace that offered a flop for the night was taken seriously, even if they had to bring their own bed. In the morning they could worry about how they would get the gas money to return to La Casa Encendida and win the Grand Prize for Best Poem of 1999.
Jose was not nervous as he knew La Toya and she was in charge of ballot counting. Lovely La Toya, servile and deferential to his every whim, she would help him win and bring home the trophy, not to mention the cash prize of five thousand dollars. Jose and Jon could live a few good months on it.
And home? That could wait. For now they had to concentrate on just getting there with the bed. The ropes they had found were old and degraded from the sun. These ropes were almost dust. Jose had noticed this but did not want to hurt Jon's fragile feelings so he did his best to wench down the mattress to the roof and now it was starting to slip down the back of the ancient Hornet. It was a perfect slide just made for the bed to slip out onto the freeway. Jon sighed, "We lost another one".  At this rate they would never get to sleep.

The Collective Unconscious

The Collective Unconscious exists

in the pinky finger of an infant.

Wind sways through the eyebrows

of Frida Kahlo and

it is there too,

waiting to jump on the

next passing train and pollinate

our sleeping conductor who

brings those dreams we want to forget

those dreams we want to remember,

depending upon who 

shares our bed.