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Semper Gratis

In Uncategorized on May 28, 2012 at 9:09 pm

Semper Gratis


This Memorial Day 2012, as the grills are fired up, Pabst flows as the last Union made beer, all we in the US here, hold dear- family.  Another year, no martial law(s), no massacres, I haven’t been awakened by tanks and gunfire rolling as some unholy thunder through our streets and country.  Also, I can’t remember being told, I can’t by any one either, or you must not.  For this I am eternally grateful.  It gives me much prospective on how America conducts itself.  We are not a classless, culture-less, slack, bloodthirsty, Imperialistic, entity set on world domination.  And as we are setting to our backyards- many today, abroad, are not  having the Pabst and Hambugers.  Instead of the dude next door firing up the Harley, they’re firing up the HumVees to go on patrol.  Their the ones that enforce and make our policies real, and a few sentences ago, I illustrated why it’s important to cherish them.  Additionally, ourselves, for if you really take a minute, all the trouble liberty and freedom cost much- and we pay little in return.  We pay little attention, we stumble over the material of this America, we get bogged down and outraged by the abusers but do we have this problem:

We also have little gratitude about anything in regards to the country, just what is the matter with it.  The Truth is, we have to Surrender, in the vein of Civil Disobedience, using the 1st Amendment and the media(s) afforded to us.

Surrender implies acceptance of a given situation.  No the problems affecting the country aren’t going away for some time.

Truth implies honesty.  We have to get honest with ourselves as a culture, society, and nation.  I think we lie to ourselves on a daily basis, being mislead by the general media outlets, we are not able to make good informed, opinions.  Therefore the Government, enables this denial and outrage and continues to play below the radar, trading off whatever it takes to keep the ‘status quo.’

Civil Disobedience implies a method of expression, working loosely against the parameters of convention, and order.  Other than the curious, messy, unstructured ‘Occupy’ movements, I can’t say that anyone has organized anything with merit.  The last real organization was done and made by the Teamsters, during the Clinton administration to Protest the unfair gas prices ( ).  Know what it worked and no one was killed.  THAT is an effective bit of Civil Disobedience.  Why can’t we fix much of these problems on our own- through assembly and expression RIGHTS WE STILL HAVE!!

Lastly, I am willing to fight and die for my country.  Have been since 18 years old.  Because of US servicemen and women, I have my choice of fronts, I may also choose my armies, my enemies, my weapons, why?  Because I AM AMERICAN.  All of this is metaphor.  The war, is against loss of NATION and FREEDOMS.

This Memorial Day, believe in America, Our fellow Countrymen serving, and Most Important the Very POWER of your own EXPRESSION.  ONE enemy- GREED

I’ll tell you what- the Pabst will taste that much sweeter. Cheers- Franklin


The Cardinal Nomads: 05-11-12

In Uncategorized on May 11, 2012 at 5:39 pm





You, go, went- distilled.  Sitting in the chair, I felt the needle’s pulse and focused in on the bar scene across the street.  It was like an hour and half off of thinking, just the feeling of the needle in my flesh.  I zoned out and the next thing I knew there was a fresh tattoo on my arm.  We stumbled out into the quarter, my wife and I.

The journey inward can be as exotic as going any place in the world.  Sometimes, even more so.  We come out of the trance and are summoned in different directions.  Incomplete thoughts and ideas come into focus and a clear remediation of events occurs.

Cosmic decay, ruination on Decatur and banishment to room 412. . .calling to mind ever noise and hypnosis.

The sanctified woebegone insurrection lie in the steeple warden’s pipe as the vicar’s prayers unseen by most plague innocent morsels on the dandies request.  Where did Charles get off to?  A thousand liquored runs wasn’t good enough in the vein of blood and petcock freezing on the farm born Triumph.  I pushed and pushed but it wouldn’t start by itself.  It needed more gas more air to pick up those hitch hikers along the way.

New Orleans, Detroit, wherever  the road may lead a font is cast but the import is the same.

Now, as to that dare.   You told me if I could conjure the muster the world that you would watch it for me.  Now there it is on my coffee table, go and get it.


The Cardinal Nomads: 05-11-12

In Uncategorized on May 11, 2012 at 12:53 pm


Lime sanctions, interest accrues make it one more night, caffeine tears dribbling the glass onto my pants.  Ray sun, looking through plate glass as pulp is fed to the masses. Savory errands crumbs stuck in the lens of a horoscope. Slamming as West Bloomfield’s finest cannot stand to hear the reverberation of a trampled of 4/4.  You suck, morning paper!  Can’t seem to get by without someone causing a tremble.  Sorry to sully your morning with a little tap, you fat jerk.  Head so big I want to forget you.
    Groove the jam a tortured scribe testifies to a nipple quake you quack.  Shuffle yourself out the door if you can’t handle the noise of timber.  Shiny boot causing trouble again.  Just for the moment.  Do we dare to dream? Just for a minute out of our confirmed luxury?  Decent expose a smelly aftershave why am I here?  Break away get something out in the open.  Balding ding bat and grumpy old men over coffee never set us free broken glass shedding formulation distant brick.  You can’t get up and out. Later suck punch drunk hip ply narrow is done. Bone serum pitch germ sugar break bleak moan gum saddened rest dream study contempt for fellow shop hoods.  Let your staring do the talking. Isolation.  Wooden marketing more cunning than Columbus.  Merciful nectar foil a tribe with beads and disease.  Cats dance shade when weight gyrates a mute dense.  Baking free dude, away with . . ..  
“Quiver and shiver blustery arch.  Wavering approval echoes across a lake canoe.  Keep playing you dick!  Maybe if you got laid once in awhile the stick would come out of your ass.  Think you own the world you false prophet.  Island roasted meat and pineapple sage banjo got a last kind word.  Shed of tools, lined up showered and ready for a tawdry day you suckers!  Have you gone to search in vain for something you cannot stand?  Depart go through the field Hie thee Ho!  Flounder and scream dimpled reflection of a suffering bastard. Make it hard on the other side jeopardy rebel.”

Hype were the west yet read for the future an assumption provoked gut rot quest. Mine rolled cherry topped tolerance. Shake it. Red fellow can’t baby pink your way out of this one.  Mortified holy greek-fire a violent end the harsh labor of oppression as much work conducted in the infancy of out-day bid gone a went flower street carriage of don’t and yes break verb before a crash hold out a little longer next time to drive the betting up. Scant fleece. I have to go now my love a blister has formed on my mind as I reap a lot of don’t fit in.
    If we endure more saturation no one will be able to ring us out, candy land my apprentice.  Grey horseshoe cock bring down, quit staring at me wrinkle bag.  I want to leave but don’t want to give up my seat. Bile Mongers!!!
    Suck it hard, fast, dirty and cheap shit infantry!!  You put in your 60 and a heart attack will claim you; no matter what type of Lexus you drive.  Fuck your zip code.  Personally, I like my cancer the old fashion way, I smoke it.  Light house storm shaven clean fatter and fatter. Calves check it out.  Roller coaster vibe. Go home now shallow hollow.  365 dip shit.  Dimpled conversation run amuck.  Dappled over bargain of astute mid eastern men. Getting walled in.

The Cardinal Nomads: 05-10-12

In Uncategorized on May 10, 2012 at 1:13 pm

One direction brought me life,
The other, brought strife,
One gave me a wife,
And the last, cut deeper than a knife. . .

We hove too down rural roads and byways, drinking forgotten swallows of beer out of garbage cans along the way, eating gas station and convenience store fare until we were fat and bloated. Then, it was safer to split up and give up. I smelled bad, and there weren’t any places to shower, you always thought we would catch a break somewhere between Tennessee and Georgia; I never wanted to believe. . .
“Do you have any ID?”
That was the cops in Mason, to me.
“No. my wife took everything, when we split up in Atlanta” I replied, kind of upset, in reference to you.
You weren’t really my wife but it sounded better that way.
Then, without missing a beat:
“Where y’all headed to tonight?”
That was the one I could never lay my finger on. You see all my life I thought that opportunity lay over the next hill, down the next blue highway, and we blindly led on into the neon clad undercarriage of toothless lament, and strange mishaps. It was just easier. Sure we drank our share of antifreeze, but it mattered little anyway, as we had each other no matter how many times we were arrested or beat up.
That was all anyone seemed to care about, the ‘where’ part, who cared about where? I had stopped caring long ago, so that it all became the same place in the end. . ..

She was late and knew it. No matter how much she had planned or spent, the plane was delayed. TSA had screwed her over, now she would never make NYC, no matter how fast her business class took her there. She was rigid, frigid, wrought, and fought. The simple fact is that you can’t mess with time. If only she had left the complimentary champagne at the room, quit shopping an hour early NYC would be that much closer. She sat in the hotel bar drinking Goose on the rocks, and staring down her half empty pack of Benson and Hedges Menthol 100’s. It made her mad that the filters, so pure and white, became smeared with her lip stick. It tortured her that she was going to miss all of her people tonight. There was no way she was going to be the center of the room no matter what. That was the problem. She could handle being late, but not if her plans were totally upended; all those beautiful people and her beautiful plans. Nothing could fill that void in her life, not booze, or people. It was her. She had so much money and beauty. As time eroded both, she had less to hold onto. That’s why she still needed safety of the center of the room, time seemed as if it couldn’t touch her there. . ..