Shake Me Loose…but let me sleep

from The Mind of RD REVILO


  • Funny, Some People Think
  • War will be different for them
  • They see the deadly destruction
  • But theirs won’t make them a victim
  • They’ll start the fight on Friday
  • Night
  • Then fight
  • Until Sunday
  • Back to work on Monday
  • And if they get injured or hurt
  • The enemy will nurture
  • Them back to work
  • So they can fight some more
  • And even up the score
  • No loss of electricity
  • Water will flow
  • No pain toward victory
  • No disappearance of people they know
  • It’ll be like a picnic
  • Only ants are pests
  • We’ll be in and out quick
  • Unlike the rest
  • Once they knowwe are serious
  • Fear will make the enemy delirious
  • And sue for peace
  • Just beating our chests will scare the beast
  • Our thunderous protests
  • Will make them confess
  • We’ll sing, we’ll cheer
  • The brave will bring up the rear
  • We’ll snarl, our fists we’ll ball
  • We’ll persist, insist…

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Variations on a Theme

I’m on a short break from therapy.

It’s hard to question your motives and beliefs twice a week, every week.

I used last week’s rain as a reason not to go.

There are times when I want to know what it feels like just to live.

That’s not the way it’s going to be for me, not yet— I can feel
my mind split open in preparation for this afternoon’s session.

When I feel low I distract myself with humor and wordplay.

I’m a big fan of Mystery Science Theater 3000 because of the wordplay.

New episodes of MST3K are in production and headed for Netflix this year.

For people who don’t know the show here’s a sample:


A conversation about astrology yesterday led to thoughts of the Firesign Theater so I ran a search for them on the Internet Archives.

If you’re feeling down I offer this story of ‘Genesis’ as told by the Firesign Theater.

It is an excerpt from “I Think We’re all Bozos on this Bus.”

Before the beginning, there was this turtle. And the turtle was alone. And he looked around, and he saw his neighbor, which was his mother. And he lay down on top of his neighbor, and behold! she bore him in tears an oak tree, which grew all day and then fell over — like a bridge. And lo! under the bridge there came a catfish. And he was very big. And he was walking. And he was the biggest he had seen. And so were the fiery balls of this fish, one of which is the sun, and the other, they called the moon.

Firesign Theatre



The Community Meeting


Digital photo of a young male avatar in VR
Why am I here?

St. Mary’s Hospital is a place for troubled people.

I am troubled by the need to remember and Doreen by the
need to forget.

Impossible situations.

Five North is the locked unit at St. Mary’s Hospital.

This is where we who insist on losing control must stay.

This is where I met Willis.

Willis is six-foot four and angry.

He storms the day room and the staff part like the red sea.

A day on Five North usually begins with a Community Meeting.

The patients usually complain about how cruel the staff is and the staff usually agrees.

Doreen raises a hand and asks why there isn’t more Christian broadcasting on T.V. and Nurse Sandra explains it’s a weekday and “that’s that.”

Then Willis stands and everyone stops to listen:

“Ah was always this tall!” he begins, “An when ah breaths ever-body feels the flame! Thass why they knows ah come from God!  God cradled me then spit me out an ah rambled an’ ambled over Earth till ah found this place here an’ no one takes my rights away or I’ll be a dirty muthuh’ fuckuh! Ah gotta balls black bitch in the Fillmore.  She hustle rides up here, she say, no matter what you say or what you do…they always a place in my heart for you…”

The staff question each other with quick little glances: can we calm him down without restraints?

Dr. Jeremiah London clears his throat and says, “Why are you so angry, Willis?”

Willis spits. “You look like the one thass angry doc‑tor! You look like you ’bout to tell me to shut up!”

Dr. London purses his lips: “No, I’m not Willis. But you are disrupting the meeting.”

“I ain’t disrupting nothin’!” Willis turns to me, “Am ah disrupting you?”

I shake my head: “No Willis. I like you very much!”

“See! Ain’t no‑ one disrupted but you doctor!”

A twitchy little nurses says: “I think it’s time to end meeting,”

Then I raise my hand, “Wait! We still got ten minutes! There’s a problem and I think we should work on it!”

Dr. London shoots me a patronizing smile: “What do you think the problem is? …Bob?”

“Well. There must be some reason we’re locked up!” I turn to Willis. “Why you locked up here Willis?”

(Silent Fury‑‑)

“‘Cause ahm a six-foot four black man! An’ ahm smart!”

Doreen nods at a hallucination and says with slow sweetness, I have always thought that you are nice person, Willis.  It’s been a pleasure getting to know you.”

Dr. London leans forward and looks at me intently: “It takes a great deal of courage to be here Bob, and I think something you can work on while you’re here is to remember why you’re here.”

<c> Rob Goldstein‑‑2014-2016

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