Glenn Caperton's Unconscious

from the unconscious of Glenn Caperton:







IFN: extreme dreams

ballad of blah

IFN: Alone with others

Miss Scarlett, Murder, With The Rope ... oh, and in ... The Billiards Room

IFN: Who, what, how?

Screwy Screws

IFN: Screw asylum

bourbon souls

IFN: smaller and smaller and smaller

On the Rewards of Letting Go

IFN: on the merits of letting go

Welcome to the club, Al.

IFN: in the club

IFN: all you need is meat

DON'T COP OUT
AND POST SOME
SHAMELESS
SELF-PROMOTION
BULLSHIT.








IFN: don't

Meet the new me, same as the old me

IFN: resetting my public image

French Fry Battle

Dan and I agreed to meet up in Cambridge to do a real-life Portrait Swap.

IFN: resetting my public image

Blueberry Boat

"Blueberry Boat" by The Fiery Furnaces. The background information:

Pontoon put-put with the tape on 10,
Dixie cup pink-wine in the Labor Day sunshine.
So I’m sliding the Sunfish up through the wakes,
Coming on it too quick, making mistakes.
Quiet climb the chrome ladder in the front,
While they’re all yawning, under the awning.
Astro Turf-green hot to the touch,
Sneak open the cooler, they’ve got too much.

Past Taipei, through the Taiwan Straits,
We sailed on in, me and my mates.
It was my first time, running my own ship,
But my buddies didn’t care they didn’t give me no lip.
So many times we’ve been side by side,
But I never carried a load with so much pride.

You see I’m from Grand Rapids and up my way,
We grow the best blueberries in the U.S. of A.
And when we put into old H.K.,
The little markets’ll have something special next day.

And then at dawn I had a Scotch, and made them switch off the porn,
‘Cause there’s nothing that’s dirty about the ocean in the morn’.

The radar said nothing and nothing crossed my mind,
When they came starboard side, up from behind.

Down below deck sip the south island sec,
Think when last put in port, I was sorting the sort.
And then a girl caught my eye, as she was waving goodbye.
“Tell me my dear”, I said warm and sincere, “who do you know on the ship?” And then she curled up her lip.
"I don’t know no one there yet, but just wait see what you get."

Pop the top and drink your drop we’ll never go home.
Curse and cry and why oh why we’ll never go home.
We’ll never go home. We’ll never go home.

The radar said nothing and nothing crossed my mind,
When they came starboard side, up from behind.

denouement:


IFN: pop song

Mistake

IFN: mistake

the realization

IFN: the dead

Chicken Pock Marks

IFN: Holes and other superficialities