Scott Wannberg

Posted: October 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

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Wonderful poet and a great guy

Originally posted on Rusty Truck:

Mescaline River

The new Andrew Lloyd Webber hit musical
Mescaline River
just spilled out of its swank New York City
theater
and I drank so much of it
now I am considering becoming a dog
and if it works
will you bone me
and rub my belly of doubt?

july 16 2009
oh susanna
johnstown

–archives, Deuce Coupe, July 22, 2009

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Originally posted on fox4kc.com:

(CNN) — An ultra-marathoner trying to “run” from Florida to Bermuda in a human-powered inflatable bubble was rescued Saturday morning after he signaled for help, the Coast Guard said.

Reza Baluchi, according to his website, has set a goal of running across more than 190 recognized nations to encourage world peace. CNN ran a story about him in 2012.

The Coast Guard first encountered Baluchi on Wednesday when they found him in the bubble 70 nautical miles east of St. Augustine, disoriented and asking for directions to Bermuda, a Coast Guard press release said. It was not clear when he started his quest.

The Coast Guard described the craft as a “hydro pod bubble” and a man in a 2013 YouTube video called a Baluchi bubble “a big hamster wheel.” It moved along the ground as Baluchi ran inside.

In the press release, the Coast Guard said Baluchi had protein…

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defined and documented
blue binding no longer black
posey vest and wrist restraints,
in this bed unable to move
she was selfless in her care
and he so sure of fear,
shifting his backside slightly
legs splinted with sticks,
they had not spoken since
was it love
his mind versed it against
that boiling sensation in his gut
acidic rot sure it would calm,
she believed in the
discernment of spirits
and that sweet ignatian way,
will , desire whatever,
time had no identity any more,
clocks calendar all abandoned burned
ashes to choke his chest
and close his eyes,
she would face the flames one day
of his wrath or something more,
for now his lot
was on this mattress ,
wounded with pride and body
he could not polarize his thoughts
to agree with hers,
all joy had left him
swept away in blood pain and tears,
waiting for the next moment of torture

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In February 1994 Charles Bukowski sent his first and sadly last faxed poem , that illustrates the excitement of when he had it installed