Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book

nor from tongue.

If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is

illumination of heart.

~*Rumi

THE REAL TROUBLE STARTED JUST AFTER I LEFT THE JAIL HOUSE

Distant troubles and congruent smiles on a too long road leaking coolant all too rapid
there's a man with a gun sitting next to me, and a dog thats seen more in the past day than most do in whole lives
somewhere in the background there's a town in smoldering ruins, but its hard to see the damage done with out having truly been there
six more weeks were promised bars were commandeered minds were broken, and an ill kept mess is waiting for it as revenge just a little less than 12 months away

~*by Face (Walking English)


DISPATCH FROM TWO DAYS AT HOME

Happy Day After Groundhog's Day!

Indeed this year's trip to Punxsutawney, PA was a fiasco to be remembered. The first animal on the trip (Craig's dog, Blue), a threatened pistol whipping/shooting of Punk Rock by one of the first-timers, and numerous run-ins with the various law enforcement agencies (one was stopped and arrested for expired vehical registration before even leaving Toms River, McIntyre and Big Pat were ejected from Gobbler's Knob only to stumble right back in through the woods, and Fink, another of the first-timer spent the night in the Punxsy drunk tank as the fuzz refused to fill him in on Phil's prognostication), coupled with a particularly vicious crowd of really, really stupid Steelers fans and a sub-par fireworks display at dawn served to test even Smiley's patience and faith in humanity.

However, when The Saviour and The Wild Child showed up at Punxy Phil's for pancakes after actually making it up to the Knob this year, all was made right with the world. The Pigs in a Blanket could not have tasted sweeter.

"You see that man (me pointing out Our Lord to a bewildered Hatter)? He's Jesus Christ himself."

::look of wonder in her eyes::

"He's nothing I expected."

"That's the idea, my dear."

Yes, as The Madcows and Valient Thorr proved at the Punxsutawney Community Center, Lust is alive and well in the wilds of Western Pennsylvania. And while the Mad Hatter and the March Hare danced to karaoke at the Army Navy Club, Matt Fisher was rendered speechless and Dr. Jones, glad to be finally back at home, kept on dancing.

Some will say this year will be ruminated for some time to come due purely to the sheer idiocy and weirdness surrounding it. Some have written the whole mess off as a figment of our own imaginations. Still others aren't even smart enough to debate such esoteric notions, particularly the ones with significantly advanced degrees. Heck, I'm not even sure who won Line of the Night, Rookie of The Year, Snap of the Trip, or M.V.P., but I will say this. I truly believe that we have once again converted the non-believer and restored the souls of the faithful. So as the Campaign for Next Year begins right now, I ask you,

"What are you doing February 1st and 2nd, 2007(08, 09 ect...)? Wanna come see the Groundhog predict the weather out in Punxsutawney, PA?"

I'll be there. Apparently Big Stew's down, too...

Yours most sincerely,

Dr. Weezil ~*(Walking English)


POST PROGNOSTICATION

we were all holed up in the blessed Eagle Manor Motel somewhere in a western Penn's Wood against a light rain like poetic and patient drug addicts. Clasping a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 I was slowly falling in love all over again and counting my pills in their noisy celliphane-3 green, 1 brown. i watched as an entire dental office staff fell on the carion of the Pabst thirty pack in the dull glow of a convenience store that seeped through the windows. i think i remember fire alarm, house keeping, homoerotic performance art, broken sleep. a door was kicked open by the ghost of alcoholism. i was lecturing on the anthropological importance and use of the atl atl to this blonde girl with new pages and aviator shades.

~*F/Brownstone (Walking English)

...about Salem

The town was beginning to look like germany after the bombs had fallen which was a stark contrast to the times square gates of hell mood lighting of the place just hours earlier. now the roads were lined with pilgrims half clad in costumed skin, hexed auras, and beer goggles causing me to recall dreams of whole disney worlds evacuated for reasons of plague or strike or communist witch hunt. i remember the various recruiters who had shown up to vie for our souls- some claiming to be cowboys, some claiming to be heros, some claiming that wasn't why they were there, but all distributing pamphlets or profilactics. now it seemed that the protective and holy properties of lsd and the jersey edge had held on for just long enough to endure all this spiritual warfare, wave after wave, but there was still the threat of hartford traffic to wade through before we were out of this fog. i think i saw a black magic woman, i think i saw crisp daylight, i think i've seen enough. in the end we were lucky to have made it out with what little karma we had stolen from new england.

~*by F/Brownstone (Walking English)

BROKEN TRACTION, 22 DEGREES

someone peel my face off this blacktop
keep singing, all I can hear now
is my tounge scraping the gravel,
looking for the last drops of spilt chianti
and freezing breath, dropping like hail.
blood and wine are indistinguishable
again, sea of glass tinted red, building
upward, against gravity (as I give in)
it's fragile in a way distance isn't
but I wouldn't know that, all I know is
this isn't a real parkling lot, just a black, friday
impression left behind in the air
as I drain through cracks in the ice
as we drag our way back, away from
serene landscape, it's almost first thaw
anway, but right now it's 22 degrees, and
I shiver as she cuts off the bleeding

~*by Mac



JUST A GIRL

exactly one year ago to the day....

the same house
same chair
same keys
same cat
same parents sleeping
and that same six am strung out feeling
sick broken overtired cold wet weak

every face I saw tonight was either new or re-newed
rode with good ol’ hats and hare flyin everywhere
turkey dinner served by girls in cow suits
the man dances all night and some mad glowin eyes behind a megaphone once told me to
just get in the car girl

so i did

and i will

and i do

and will continue to


exactly one year ago to the day....

i walked for the first time
heel toe to hop

so we write
for our reasons, causes, feelings
and about the change of seasons
....sometimes about groundhogs

and with all the love i have for all of you
your passion and madness


exactly one year ago to the day....

i am a causality

i just met you all in a bar
(or on a couch if you’re a cow...)

i don’t like bananas

i hate red wine

i am just a girl


and i’m going to vomit....

~*Lilly