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I misspell like a fault in the system
The midwest natives in their drug weaving
and pottery designs have an exit or entrance
depending on trickster stories....
I am superstitious
underneath it all..

Why I did not get sucked into Heroin
or Cocaine use is beyond me
the others I flirted with
and the regular struggle with
the most destructive forces
haunts me still..
simplicity is the easiest escape
towards that of the end
or the beginning
all with that step..

Wordsmithing

The text of fairytale
and little bible wth its
color plates and then
the Large music sheets
of b iblical music
complete with black
and white etchings
were clear...vivid
magical..the lighting
and dramatic scenes
I remember now..
forgetting the past
forgot the hymn book..
My mother could play
a bit...my father had
a slide guitar that
pre dated us from
his childhood...He could
draw also but gave most
of that up when his family
came along...He kept
his harmonica...

They read these stories
too us at bedtime
and I went to Sunday School
which I enjoyed while my
parents were upstairs with
all the others..

We got indoctrinated with
young teachers minds
who brought much film to
the classroom...National Film
Board of Canada was very
creative at the end of the
sixties and early seventies
as it had been from the
fifties when Television took
over from Radio... So the
love of media was extensively
welcomed and encouraged
...When our sisters ended
reading and mother and father
my brother and I had comix
books and Graphic kids comix
from england....Fortnight papers
Tin Tin and all the others..
Storylines...basic storyboards
and the Sunday Funnies were
full page...well drawn...
Lil Abner...Dick Tracey..I think
even the Katzenjammers were
still going..Dagwood and Blondie
etc etc..

My brother and I would make up
our own stories then....Later on
he took art in high school a year
younger then I and did well..
Producing more finished works
with little imperfections then I..
a year ahead..
He did a series of comix also
that were very creative for a year
concerning the antics of his
friends and the high school principal
whom they were always being called
before but whom was a pal of our
family...

He was typing stories too for a time
on the typewriter...Form style vignettes
(e.g.) "My brother has gotten his head
stuck in a tuba from band....While we are
figuring a way to free him unharmed I
have to feed him spaghetti! "etc etc

Today he crafts scultps in wood and bone
and makes native drums rattles etc..
installation peices which his friends enjoy.

I know personaly four other artists whom
are doing well commercially..enough to
have some coin more then I..

Im not into the money....
I dont trust money..like I dont trust
many many many things

like having co pilots in life..
ha..
I get a kick out of my women
I pick the brightest and most
challenging..the most hardcore
beauties...
Like trying to own a Falcon
with no falconry skills
A wolf instead of a dog
A princess to serve
that is driven as Joan of
Arc to claim her kingdom
and kings
while serving the queen

Everyone has heard the
stories right...
how often do we get to hear
something told so different
or in a way that is new
Like a facet or color seldom
used...

Like your paintings!!

Must be getting going..
Resumes to put in today
minus 28 o Celcuis here
sun shinning..I have to walk..
but its good....Exercise..
time to think about things
nature along the way.
The hiss of the little ski
hill making snow for the
alpha's with money

Oh about THIS poem
I almost did come close
to shooting up heroin!
I would have gotten my
kit from the clinic..
we have needle boxes
everywhere up here
and its pretty clean..
There is this uncanny
responsibility people
have....If they are allowed
to exist...broken and other
wise...

the sad broken chap who
was bright and talented
shot his head away with
a thirty thirty....
the other little one whom
was pretty and vivacious
O'Ded
so many...as anywhere..

No one likes addiction
or obsession stories
and some of the best poets
whom were publishing and
writing rose up in fame
and were consumed with
the ghosts of insecurity
and shame..rejection..
critical pressures and
collapsed unto their
house of cards
after..
After making it!

I am extrememly Grateful
Brother that we see equal
on the love of the story
and have shared our
stories enough in
different countries
and same continent
to be of the heart
of the writer..

Thank You Sir!

Mr Esker!