Whiskey Priest.
We
met at Larry’s.
He
was fishing with Floyd Collins.
I
was scratching out a living not living as I have a tendency to do.
And
we both over the years have made the best out of whatever scenario or situation
we find ourselves committed to like Soviet spies hell-bent on defection or obfuscation.
Sometimes
we fight, other times we piss, vent and vomit, but it all comes out in the wash
because I don’t believe either one of us wants to drowned in a Paris bathtub
like the Lizard King did junked out like another wasted and bloated great blues
whale.
Mike’s
ego sometimes gets the best of him just like I sometimes have a bad habit of
talking up my prowess as a writer instead of allowing the work to speak for
itself.
And
when you see ‘Original Master Tape
Lovingly Fucked W/ – Mike Rep’ on this or that fabled piece of music you
know you’re in for a gasoline alley good time as your ears take flight and your
consciousness is laid to waste.
Michael
carpet bombs us with his universal third eye and never gives in nor lets up
taking the ghosts to task for finding themselves in the machine in the first
place.
We
sat upstairs, smoking pot and listening to the silences between each other’s
well placed and dispossessed words then he took me for a rootbeer float and a Coney
dog as we hung out at his favorite cemetery and turned our backs on the passing
of time.
If
you ever discover yourself down in the basement with this medicine man Hoka
trickster consider yourself beyond fortunate even if he gets wasted and forgets
where he parked his blue bus.
Evil Love Deeper.
Harrisburg,
Ohio a place you may never have heard of is where a land of misfit toys has
been holed up for a very long time and they’re only becoming more driven and
hysterical as their blood on the tracks leaves a stain in the carpet no amount
of cleansing will ever get rid of.
I
called him on the phone and when it went to his answering machine and he heard
it was me he picked up the receiver and that just about moved me to tears as we
talked about everything and nothing under the Soft Parade sun.
Charles Cicirella
1/6/17
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