…running away with me

One night when Harry was five, he lapsed into the unhurried
sleep of the child and had a dream.

A battalion of gorgeously mutilated angels gathered
around Harry and sang in unison:

“He’s done it to you again!”

“Done what?” asked Harry.

But that was the end of the dream.

For the rest of his life, Harry had variations of this dream.

In one dream, Harry is an angel taunting the child, Harry.

Thus from the age of five, Harry began a hunt for God and to
his dismay, Harry found him everywhere.

(c) Rob Goldstein 1992
Image (c) Rob Goldstein 2014

Market Street at 3AM

Market Street at 3AM

Two quarts and a five,

splashes of

of

yellow & red,

glass shatters,

a speed freak
on crutches,

and the barefoot
drag queen

shouts

KA-POW!

“EEZEEE STORAGE”

“immediate move in”

You can Fail but you can’t Flop

as the last drunk

staggers onto the bus.

(c) Rob Goldstein 1984-2018

revised June 13, 2018

Spy Maids! (In Color) Episode 8: Look what you did!

KBEX-TV HDTV
THUR, Jan 25
10:00 PM Spy Maids! (in Color)

Episode 8: Look what you did!

After murdering a mobster and leaving a mess, Spy Maids pursues a sloppy serial killer, “’cause we don’t get paid enough to clean up after every Zodiac wanna-be in San Francisco!”

Diana Rigg, Shirley Jones, Barbara Billingsley and Jerry Mathers as the Killer.

Born Into a Carnival of Souls

Here are a few words I’ve seen scrawled in the alleys of San Francisco’s
Mission District:

We can’t know what we won’t comprehend.

We can’t stop the damage we won’t believe we cause.

These are the crazies, the dregs of the earth, the losers, and every other demeaning and dismissive word used to dismiss the powerless who suffer
the worst of the GOP’s abuses of power.

These people can’t afford to vote their conscience because they’re dying from the lousy choices of people who can.

I saw this scrawled on a wall in late 2016: Why do u want 2 Kill me?

That’s a damned good question.

A mind that ain’t inquisitive really doesn’t got
shit to live for if you can’t explore the
realms of thought you ought not test lest
you be chomped up, like a pop rock, stopped for a
bead from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb
Really wasn’t nuttin but a bag of strong palms

A human ain’t a human if he doesn’t make mistakes
And the name of this song is Swan Lake

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