SqueegeeGranpa

Kitty Tales 12‑2000

There was once a young man named Spiro who was having problems with his mate. He went to see this old drunk (who had a reputation as a Searcher of Truth and cheap booze) named Peloso. He found him laying down on the sidewalks in front of the Carnegie Center recuperating from the previous night libations (drunken binge). Spiro spoke to him:" I used to be a happy person. Sexually very active and life was an adventure every day. During the course of my dalliances I met my perfect complementary mate. We moved in. Ordinary tasks we did together became journeys of discovery. Just being in each other's presence made my being come fully alive and all my perceptions were enhanced."

Big Schwartz. 10-2004 ‘Monologue’

Another leaf falling, another year. The friendly nurse, the one who speaks German, told me that I have been here twelve years. I remember the small village in East Prussia where I was born in 1922. I did not do too well in school. I was always behind in class and the other boys teased me, calling me stupid. When I started becoming a man, at thirteen, they stopped teasing me, because at 6’ 3� I was bigger than the biggest of them, and a lot stronger. They put me to work in the fields at 14. By the time I was sixteen, I was doing three man’s jobs. I was 6’6�, 270 lbs, and could work hard for sixteen hours consecutive days during harvest. The farmer was very happy with me, and fed me well. When the war started, soldiers came to the farm and wanted to ship me to a� rehabilitation camp�. The farmer told them that I was needed for working the farm and they said:’ we can wait till after the war’. I wanted to go but am glad now, I didn’t go since my friendly nurse told me years later, that there were no such camps, and that they were killing people like me, who were not very smart.

The Ballad of Dogwood Avenue. 04-2003

At a party at the trailer, on Dogwood Avenue,
one night of celebrations (without even incantations)
"Butter me up" Al, and "Drag me down" Fred,
try to convince "Big" John he's not a pacifist anymore!

"Little" Ken Hamilton lends a willing walking boot,
provokes intense reaction, then tries to shy away.
Fred 'high in his cups' shows John how to handle it,
throws beer into his face, the fight is on with Ken!

This ballad keeps on ticking, around and round it comes,
it's Texada party times, we boys are having fun.