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| SEAMAN HAMLIN, ASSAULT BOAT COXSWAIN |
| The military tried
to burn the comic books from my fingertips tried to kill Flash Gordon within the trap of boredom tried to murder the happy mind glow of cereal box toys and bubble gum music even hung Secret Squirrel for treason cut the ears off of Mr. Spock and gave him a real G.I. haircut told me to think like them in shades of gray built by black & white orders of oxymorons wore prison blue work clothes busted rust by morning painted by day and off ship beer whiskey nights chasin’ chicks and bare knuckle fights; it was them, I tell you trying to dissolve the cosmic Buddha spaceship of open mind exchanging kung-fu grip for a .45 caliber handgun baby, I held that weapon close to heart imagining G.I. Joe searching for the Secret of the Mummy’s Tomb not just a job, an adventure … so took as many mind altering medicines as my gut could stomach to force field their mind wash some secret alien controlling the show who knows, but here now, shields down inside the future in the vortex of sanctum sanctorum full of lunchboxes pulp novels time machine toy totems metaphoric idols fetishes for hunting specters and real cursed good tiki talking dark magic lava lamps for light forbidden books & forgotten authors here in this cave of unknown origin singing my own punk anthem I think I have won I look around me and I insist I have won I beat them with Stephen King novels under my bunk and dreams of the Justice League Of America as I slept off the rum and yet, I find myself, even now compelled by an invisible devil a remora force that must have slipped in and clung to the inner meat while I hit the beach in those mike boats rough weather & western shores waves too wild for any past life thought or undressing the Master Chief’s wife while he took his turn out to sea … my mind might have gone Navy for a moment … and so here now writing broken word blood script not about Gilligan’s Island or that Robot from Lost In Space I wish … no, tonight, as many, is an invocation a reverse incantation to rid my mind once again of them. |
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