[Poetic Peter]

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Thank you Brother Remy.

Recalling the last period of my life when communal bathing was enforced:
USN. I hated that.

One night, after watch, 2AM or so, I took a shower in the communal shower/shaving/lavatory room. I was shaving-quite alone and nude.
No-one wrapped in a towel then, even when the room was full.
The towels were a) too small and b) in short supply. One per day alloted.

So my towel hung on the sink. The row of sinks was in the middle of the large compartment.

It was 2AM and I was alone in my thoughts--learning to shave peach fuzz from my then-young face.

"What the F are you doing! Get a F ing towel around you!!"

It was Chief "Turkey Neck", we called him. He'd slipped in and was behind me and to one side; I had not seen him. I put the towel around me, holding it in place and turned red. He glared, turned on his heel and left.

About five years later--long after I'd left the navy and returned to Florida,
one morning I read the paper. News of a bloody murder. A man knifed and sliced to death in his bed. A sex crime. Police already had the culprit in custody: a male hustler. The victim's name? I well remembered.

John Nunnally, USN, retired.

Non fiction, sir.

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Your adamance reminds me of "Old Turkey Neck".

[Pastor Al E Pistle]

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It occurs to me that a LOT of murders and heinous crimes occur in Florida. Pastor Ezekiel blames the Clintons; a murderous pair who make Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow look like a coupla tinky-winkies.

But I think it is all of the catlicking Q-beans. Now that Fidel is in HELL, they have no reason to disport themselves on our shores any longer.

[Poetic Peter]

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It occurs to me that a LOT of murders and heinous crimes occur in Florida. Pastor Ezekiel blames the Clintons; a murderous pair who make Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow look like a coupla tinky-winkies.

But I think it is all of the catlicking Q-beans. Now that Fidel is in HELL, they have no reason to disport themselves on our shores any longer.

Castro is as good as gone--missed his eightieth birthday party.

I recall the Plight of Pepito, the exodus from Cuba, in 1960 and onward,
of the children--sent from homes there to a better life here.

One day at little league baseball when I was six and the team's bat boy,
I stared at a strangely dark boy my age on the other side of the backstop fence.
I hooked my hands to the wire mesh and listened to his mother, who stood a few feet behind her boy.
as Pepito also hooked his hands to his side of the backstop, offset from myself by a few feet.

Pepito stared wide eyes at the childish Anglo baseball players.
He ignored his slender, dark and lovely mother's coos, "Pepito....Pepito...Pepito",
on and on, she, repeating the name. No reaction from her boy. The camera's soft chatter stopped.
They went away.

Why, I wondered, didn't the boy turn to answer his mother?
The news crew was filming the boy, but why?

A month or so later I learned that he was a Pedro Pan child.
The local TV station was making a documentary.

Twenty-five years later I got a copy of the video documentary from the local film archive.

I asked the director of the archive to help solve a nagging mystery:
Why did Pepito ignore his mother's pleas, to turn and look at her?

"Because that wasn't his mother.
She was an actress and he wasn't named Pepito in real life.
He was a Pedro Pan child, yes, but his name was Orlando."

I have no doubt that Orlando grew up, and still lives here in South Florida,
and still recalls that day of long ago when he wanted to play ball
but could not;
when he wanted a mother, he had not.

He only had a Catholic group home to return to, a crude place located off in piney woodlands;
dormitory life and indoctrinations.


Memoir
for the most innocent of diaspora
displaced from ruined Cuba.

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[Pastor Ezekiel]

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The little wetback was unhappy because he was bleeding from his anus after spending the day being buggered by every mary-worshiping papist dog in Miami. Escaping to America was the worst decision that "Pedro" ever made.

Now that Castro is dead, I have two fervent prayers for Jesus: 1, that he send each and every one of those greasy bean chompers back to the cesspool they paddled in from so that decent people might reclaim the area and make a fortune in real estate, and 2, that he rename the homer Castro district of Sin Francisco, so that decent people might reclaim the area and make a fortune in real estate.Praise Jesus.

[Poetic Peter]

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Is he dead? I can't find that yet. I wish.
Reminding that these people are here only because of that devil.

A few months ago I went to a local tag agency and obtained a new license plate.

This was at a local strip mall that I never frequent anymore.
Yet there it was: the barber shop my late dad used to take me to at that time of Pepito, to get an ivy league haircut. My dad would get a flat top.

Who remembers Butch Wax? The barber shop was there. I needed a haircut.
So I went in. It had become a Cuban barbershop.

The oldest barber ushered me to a chair and noticed my new license plate in hand; a USN motif Florida plate; I'm ex-navy.

So, it turned out, he was a navy veteran too! He'd been in Batista's navy,
and that's where he became a barber, cutting hair aboard the Jose' Marti, years before Castro's take-over.

I said I'd make a poem for him. He owns the barber shop. He is 73 years old and works for his wages on every day but Sunday.

[Pastor Al E Pistle]

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Is he dead? I can't find that yet. I wish.

I have it directly from JESUS, who told me this morning.

[Poetic Peter]

Notes Regarding Sr. Delavega

Para ésos perdió en el mar de Castro

For those lost in Castro's sea
la fragata "José Martí "
—the frigate
plies deep Cuban waters.

Mortal waves—

so rare to see

such thick hair on a gentleman
three years passing seventy.

Today he trims the hair
of this Yanqui former sailor
writing from his barber chair.

Señor Delavega here, and there:
the 1952 Batista era
peluquero marina
navy barber enlisted to
el José Martí for tres años.

His mates, how many leagues since then?
Toward their destinations? Floated?

¿Y el metal Martí?

Sunken oxides; not much more
than synaptic currents
perhaps propelling el Sr.
to recourse old patterns—

as he cuts my hair
and keeps his thoughts

attendant to the ones he served.

[Poetic Peter]

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I have it directly from JESUS, who told me this morning.

I have waited for this news for nearly all of my sentient life.

Thank you, Jesus!

This will be a day indeed no-one should forget.

[Pastor Al E Pistle]

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I have waited for this news for nearly all of my sentient life.

Thank you, Jesus!

This will be a day indeed no-one should forget.

Don't celebrate until Raul announces the 'official' date. That is how conspiracy stories begin.

La Fragata.....I liked it.

[Poetic Peter]

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Thank you Pastor Al. You are my best guide to make better poems.
Poems from life are my favorite genre--no fiction.

Therefore Remy had better hope I never get the his muse
up my metaphorical hind end
to make him A Poem, ha haaa!

I think that I cannot get points
from hell like B'rer Remy annoints...


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I'd regret for him dance on this


B'rer (Peter) Rabbit

[Pastor Ezekiel]

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I have heard of Butch Wax....Godly stuff, but pink. Is that why Castro used it?

[Poetic Peter]

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I have heard of Butch Wax....Godly stuff, but pink. Is that why Castro used it?

I see it's still made under different ownership.

http://www.slickville.com/sections/downtown/greaseshop/products/luckytiger_crubutch.html

Have a mental picture of a push-tube version of Butch Wax.

Pictures from such a long time ago tend to be distorted.
These cited Butch Wax containers are screw capped jars.
"use Dawn diswashing soap or similar to remove"---funny, true.
It must be mostly candle wax with some vegetable oil as a softener.

Somewhere I have an empty bottle of a period-lampoon "greasy kid stuff" hair dressing.
A joke thing from the fifties, I am sure--the address has the old zone number instead of the zip codes we've used since '64.

Nice find, Zeke. Your do does well with Butch Wax.

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addendum: I found the old bottle. It's pre-1965, we can say that much.

Here 'tis:




That white creme on the cap is just Go-Jo; had to clean the bottle up purty.

[Pastor Ezekiel]

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Nice find, Zeke. Your do does well with Butch Wax.

I'll have you know that I do NOT use Butch Wax in my hair. I use a different, more unique product. I don't know the name offhand...One of my nigra servants found it for me. It smells odd at first, but it dries quickly and keeps my hair stiff the way I like it. Cum to think of it, the bottle doesn't have a label on it....I'll have to ask her what its called. Pretty expensive stuff, I can tell you. I gotta look nice on my dates with Sister Thumper.

[SUV]

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Yes, I knew "Butch Wax" - as Godly a Brother who ever stuck his probiscus into the air, with a buzzcut almost as Manly as Pastor Al's.

He told me never to tell, and like Jesus the Christ, I always Keep my Promises.

But now that he's Dead, how's it going to bother anyone if I give him a mention?

[Poetic Peter]

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Yes, I knew "Butch Wax" - as Godly a Brother who ever stuck his probiscus into the air, with a buzzcut almost as Manly as Pastor Al's.

He told me never to tell, and like Jesus the Christ, I always Keep my Promises.

But now that he's Dead, how's it going to bother anyone if I give him a mention?

I'm all for guessing,

was he

Fidel?

Well?

Was he not Al? Before he fall?
(Our Al rerose, re-scent like Him)

And if not Al, and not Fidel,
well!

Was he Captain Kangaroo?

Or Moishe Pipik, mousey jew?

Stiff and pink and stand-up manly...
for pretty sure

he warn't named "Stanley".

Could be Ollie though. I know
you like Pillsbury and sugared dough.

Well? Sister,
if I didn't guess Vera close
at least I've 'magined you
out of clothes.



Dreams,
they sometimes are rich things,
though mine can't offer twin gold rings.
Never you mind
and always know



from
Peter