farmfish_meets_dafremen Dafremen Well hello there! You must be the farmfish. Isn't that a humdinger of a na...hold the phone! Feesh? Is that YOU oh honorable feEsh leaning slightly a-starboards? What has you tilted so? (I say, be a pal and fetch a stick or something to prop the good fEesh here up..won't you? That's a fine lad. Be quick, he's got an awful lean about him.) Soo...feeeesh...hmmm..perhaps a poem's the thing to perk you back into the perpendicular? Let's see, how should it go? Ahhhh...yes! Possum Moon oh Possum Moon Playing dead up in the sky Wink just once for me There in the evening's by and by Hear my tune oh Possum Moon Then dance a silvery dance Across the rippled sheen, then meadows green Bewitch my eye old green cheese runner! Possum Moon the morning comes Your rolling dance is almost done I've yet to see movement and yet All night you've lit the way The twilit steps you've covered Led me lightly to the day But soon so soon oh Possum Moon Dawn marks our separate ways Play dead no more my fading chum Just close one eye to greet the day Wink my silver dollar friend One signal so that I Might know that you felt not alone Up in the evening's by and by. There! Now wasn't a poem just the thing to...feesh? Oh my, he's fallen completely over now. Seems as though I've gone and done it again. (sigh) Where IS the boy with that stick? Boy! Oh boooy! Feesh? Do wake up won't you? Hello? FeEsh?! 021030 ... Dafremen Ok..I have JUST the thing to wake him up. You listening now feesh? This dream's for you old chum: I was in Palestine, listening to one of Arafat's elite guard who was being interviewed for an American news show. He was telling the reporter that Arafat had left secretly that night for a small island off the coast of Palestine. (Shhh it was a dream old man..and there WAS a Palestinian island in it. According to THIS guy anyway.) Ok, so I'm thinking to myself, "This guard is dead. What does he think he's doing? I'm sure Arafat doesn't approve of his private guards giving away his location. Especially not to the news media." Then I stop and look around and realize..."Hey, I'm probably dead too. All of these Palestinians are giving me dirty looks and I don't think speaking Spanish is going to get me out of this one." So I turn and start walking down a dirt street in the middle of town. This Palestinian kid starts throwing rocks at me. I catch the first rock and hold it in my hand. Then I catch a second rock in the same hand. After catching a third rock, I raise that fist as if to throw the rocks at him. Instead, I shake my head and throw the rocks into a garbage can that was beside me. I walk through these doors and suddenly I'm surrounded by stainless steel. I realize by the signs that I'm in a bus or train station or something like that. One of the doors says "Deportees Only." The others say "To Main Terminal." I think for a second, then walk through the doors marked "Main Terminal" thinking that I could get some directions there. Now I'm obviously in some sort of airport or bus station or something in New York. I look over at the ticket sellers and they are dressed like security guards and sitting in these booths that are WAY up high. (People were standing on their tip-toes to buy tickets.) As I approach the counter, I quickly realize (by the breeze blowing through my john-boys) that I have no pants on. I think fast and come up with a story. "Some guy mugged me back in the Deportation Area", I said, "He put a knife to my throat and told me to give him my wallet and take off my pants and underwear. I resisted cuz I thought he was a sicko that was going to try and rape me, but he didn't, so I guess maybe he just didn't want me following him." The women in the booth loked down at me, shaking their heads (apparently because of shrinkage..dammit it was COLD in there I tell you!) then they tossed me a jacket to cover myself and called the cops. When the cops arrived, they started scrutinizing my story, and I was NOT going to go to jail for being pants-less in a subway, so I started to rub my neck as if it hurt. (Really I was making marks on the back of my neck to back up the story.) Then I rubbed the front of my neck, carefully concealing a fingernail which I ran across my neck as I rubbed, to give the appearance of something having been held against my throat. Then I woke up. Now wasn't that a strange dream. Well, feesh, wasn't it..er...feesh? Oh geezus, I don't believe he's got a pulse anymore. Boooy Oh Booyy! Where did that lad get off to? 021102 ... farmfish thee fishboy is asleep only when his eyes is bein' closed but da free man knows how to be keepin' me awake but still dreamin.' good show, mate. and i be thankin' you upright with a firm slap of thee tail. 021102 ... Dafremen Damn...well you completely threw my next one off. You're supposed to be passed out cold. Let's say I was turned completely around when you slapped your tail and thought it was the sound of my own flat foot smacking impatiently on the ground waiting for lad-boy to show up with that stick...yes, I like that. : ) 021103 ... Dafremen Ok so perhaps I'll just tell jokes to you while you're in a coma. Hope you don't mind. If you'd like to hear a joke, just lay there and don't say anything. Gooood. Ok let's see. Here, I had a dream that I was talking to a high school football coach and he said he was just sitting around waiting for his comma. I looked at him funny-like and then realized the really bad play on words he was trying to pull off. "So you'd like a pause in the action wouldja?" I responded. "Heh, yea..it sure is busy around here", he said. So I turn to leave and the word 'pause' kept going through my mind like I had a joke that I could tell him or something. I figure, what the hell, he's a high school football coach, I'll tell him a joke. So I think for a moment, and THIS is the joke that my dream told me: A guy is coming home from work and because of a strange easement arrangement, the parking lot for his apartment complex is located across the street from the apartments themselves. So he's crossing this busy street to get to his pad and he's standing on the median between the north and southbound lanes. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, comes this really huge dog bounding towards him, ready to attack. The traffic behind him is thick, so with no retreat option, he throws his arms up to shield himself. Just as the dog leaps to knock him over, a large truck comes and slams into the dog's head, knocking it clean off. The blood splatters his clothes and the dog's large front feet land on his chest then it's body slumps to the ground. Shaken, the man walks across the street and to his home where his wife is waiting for him. Opening the door, his wife notices the large footprints on his shirt and the blood splattered all over his clothes. "What happened? Oh you poor baby! Tell me all about it" she exclaims. He tells her the story and she feels so sorry for him that she helps him get his dirty clothes off and take a bath. Then, after the bath she proceeds to give him the best bj he's ever had in his life. No licking and smacking and playing around, she just gets right into it, non-stop until the deed is done. It was that day that the man learned the meaning of paws without head and head without pause. Ok so I didn't say it was good joke. Hell it came from a dream, what did you expect?! At least I didn't tell you about the theory of vocabulary graphing that I came up with in that same dream. Anyhow I take it by your continued silence that you're VERY interested...fine I'll tell you about vocabulary graphing in a second. Just gotta find that boy so we can get you properly propped up. Hey booy?! Where are you boy? Need some smelling salts too! Hard to get good help these days...booOOYY?! 021103 ... Dafremen Feesh! You're back. What happened old bean? Was it the poem or my breath that did you in? Here..let me untie you from that stick. That is, if you think you can stand on your own now. There we go! All better and straighter! Say, I was wondering, would you like to hear my latest poem of daring do? No no, not do0-do0..Haw haw aren't you the funny one...ok well anyhow my finny friend, here goes: What tethers us to you old ground? What strings or magnets make your tricks? A feeling bids that I should fly My dreams equipped with eagle's wings Sit anchored here upon your soil Sit left to spoil in crumbly mud My dearest wishes straining At your harnesses' stiff grip Let me fly and away Leave me soar to tip my wings A sunset orange reddy glow The night sky's inky velvet black And colored sunrise gray azure Feel winds caress them front and back Grant me just a moment's pass Lend me but a brief reprieve From flat-footed wandering Dust stirring stumblings Here upon your loamy breast Leave me wish upon a chance Trust that in my skyward dance I shall not soon forget your grace I will not stray far from the path That leads me back into your grasp A bird that lights on sturdy branch To fold and stow my weary wings To hold and know not dreary things But fondest thoughts of thee. There! Wasn't that lovely? I say...where ARE you hopping off to? Come back old man..I say..umm..you forgot your STICK!! Oh do wait up won't you FeEsh? FEeSH?! 021117 ... Dafremen : ) I got the title of my book from this blathe 030820 what's it to you? who go blather from