tulips
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knee on lights
neon fights
sturdy alrights
alright
Vanessa Redgrave
for eternity they’ll
spray-paint the grass red that’s above her coffin
tss tss tss
“Looks good, Frank. Now over to seal up the Bobby Seale hole. I saw his
right arm sticking out. Then we’ll polish up that bronze pair of lips he has
as a headstone.”
“What was that man thinkin’, anyway?”
“A ‘keep your lips sealed,’ kind of thing. I guess.”
“Waddn’t he a Black Jaguar’s founder.”
“Panthers.”
“yea. yea. That’s them.”
“I knew a buddy of his.”
“Who?”
“Rennie Davis. They were both a part of the Chicago Eight who went on trial.”
“And…”
“It was in Chicago. They were organizers of the demonstrations at the Democratic convention that year. 1968. Both arrested and in 1970 went to trial in Chicago.”
“What for?”
“Do I look like ‘The Shell Answer Man?”
“Fill me in, Benzo. Come on.”
“Okay, Seale was makin’ a racket in court and was then tried separately. Got four years. The Black Jaguars, as you know ’em, had by then killed an innocent cop. Seale, he joined up with those guys. The Black Panthers. Don’t you read? Frank, you’re almost 70 years old.”
“What happened with, Davis?
“It became the Chicago Seven. No one knows it as anything different. Abbie Hoffman,
Jerry Rubin, David Dillinger, Tom Hayden —“
“You mean Whale Fonda’s man?”
“The very same. Then my friend Rennie, and two other nobodys.”
“Tell me about, this Davis guy.”
Frank, it was sad. Ten years later he worked across the hall from me.”
“Doin’ what?”
“Selling Life Insurance. Wearing purple velvet suits and worshiped a guru guy.”
“No.”
“Yep. Ten years later he owed a friend of mine $2000.00 dollars. He was living in
Boulder, Colorado. ‘Bob you’re not getting a penny from me. Not now. Not ever.’ Figuring he’d turned into a flake I blew him off.”
“Hmm…”
“He was arrested in ’69 for throwing fire lit bags of shit out a 15 story hotel window.”
“Sounds like a lovely guy, Benzo.”
“Hey, Let’s get on over to seal up that Bobby Walrus grave and polish the lips. Seal
’em.”
“You’re the boss, Benzo. I’ll follow you.”
“Alright, Frank. Sounds good.”
Harry Lentil
4:24 pm mst usa
9 august-o 2018
song by csny about the convention & such: “Chicago – Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young”
(a bad one, but something 1968 contemporaneous)
the world has never changed
there’s one hope
Jesus
when that bandwaggon comes yer way,
hop on
hop on
John John
I’m moving to Ceylon
find the mysterious Boat People
I heard that Doris made her way over there.
fin
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