Tuesday, Sept. 25, 2007 - 10:50 p.m.
Dead Reconing
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Full Moon
the sky is our flashlight
so Jinky and me walked
way way past
the private property signs
on the public beach
and into the government reserve..
That beach is
completely without easy access
nobody goes there
because you are not allowed
creepy high wire fence
prominant " forbidden" signs
in both official languages
off the public track
hard to get to
anxious lake
squeezing off waves
a delicious creepy upon creepy
thunderstorm brewing overhead
nobody was watching
so nobody would call in
a tresspasser and their cat
an ideal situation
for Mr Adventure Animal
and me...
his silent guide to the
Forbidden Beach of Danger
nobody picks up the flotsam
from the lake at the forbidden beach
every weird o thing
that floats up stays there
untill it gets swallowed up
by the
wild vines and shifting sand-
- pop bottles
- chopped up toys
- huge knarly lengths of driftwood
-chunks of boats
-bizarre plastic things
-lengths of hose
- single shoes
- waterlogged baseballs
crazy crazy stuff
that changes daily
as the wind and waves churn it up
adding new spooky lake trash
from the Upper Great lakes
and taking other spooky lake trash away
sending it past Montreal
towards the ocean
where the HMS Dollar Store
Bargain Mattleship
nets it all up
and brings it all back to us-
that endless cycle of
cosmic waterbourne crap
where recycling goes insane
and
starts to pour this crap
into our dreams for a thousand years
at least it did tonight
The Forbidden beach
always looks like a lost city to me
and I always look for the weirdest thing
there is so much human flotsam
to choose from
its a visual hobby only-
there is never anything of real value
and I never carry anything away
from the spooky junk graveyard
of the lost city of crap
this stuff will float up
for the next century
even if people 100% stopped
dumping crap in the lakes tonight there is more than enough mystery crap
always coming
- always coming on
enough for several lifetimes
of trash sifting archeology
Jinky just walks along the beach
and zeros in on
the gigantic dead salmon strewn about
their dark leathery bodies
twisted into creepy death pretzels
their sharp white teeth
jagging out of their
cold black fish lips
Jinky sees teeth
and knows what they are
no wonder cats don't swim
with these real life
monster predators out there
the occassional mummified seagull
lays on the beach
stark as an empty coffee cup
stark ribs arcing out
loose wing feathers
hollow eyed skulls
looking vainly heavenwards
Jinky stares at the mummies
and walks on
I imagine this is a zoo scene
from Tim Burtons
the Corpse Bride
Its creepy enough-
- an entire beach at night
under a werewolf full moon
with a thunderstorm brewing
full of crispy summer mummies
and spooky dead
broken esoteric junk
Tim' give me a call
maybe we can work
something out
Jinky & me
pause to admire
the only living thing we encounter:
a huge blobby elecrtric orange fungus
emmerging from a wet stump
beneath a dead tree
branches hanging
with dried moss and algae
in swaying strips
Wehave all the makings for
a spontanious B movie
I tugged at
his sci fi mutant growth
and prized off a piece
the size of a slice of bread
it broke away
flexible,moist and rubbery
as a fried egg
-a flourscent orange fried egg
from the mother lump
the size of a coffee table
Jinky sniffed this fungal wonder
but was not
half as impressed as i was
not a tenth as interested
he was more interested
in the gathering storm overhead
sniffing the wind foir clues
and surveying the effects
of the rising full moon
on our way back home
Jinky himself
took on a surreal effect:
at one moment
bathed in the silvery cold light
of the rising full moon
and then dissloving completely
into the pitch black shadows
as he walked
alternately
shimmering and then dissolving
... switched on and off
like a ghost cat
...a hologram
of a saber tootheed lion
... a benevolant spirit
in a fever dream
we walked back past
DANGER KEEP AWAY signs
past the private property area
and then climbed up the little cliff
to reach the far end
of the meadow above the iron stairs
by this time the trees were swaying
in a whispering wind
the streets were deserted
nobody was there
except me and the scarlet avenger
far away flashes of lightening
popped from the clouds
feast of the animal mummies'
a beach party for all the
absurd objects of summer
assembled on the forbidden beach
yonder,,
we were not invited so we went home
the last thing you want
is to be trapped at a party
full of dead salmon
who just want to talk your ear off
and then maybe eat it
