High Dry Goodbye July 4.0
July 2019 – Last licks for July
Ordinary Roar
July will linger just near the door
as it is time now to go
and in a sigh or perhaps that ordinary roar
inform the waning afternoon in the calender’s
numerical voice that you number is up.
What startles you with all it’s whispering are
concussions that wakes the waves to break
and break over the short eroded rocky bug infested
disappearing shoreline.
I hear strange voices in this ardent insistent wind.
I feel a tongue just inches from my ear that speaks
‘in that sigh or ordinary roar that these years I
was assured I wouldn’t be able to hear anymore.
All about this hazy animation of dirty white foam
driven madly on and upon.
So parade a secession of walkers across the face in
the beach. They nod or speak appearing as apparitions
that drift windblown on the most silent of feet.
Only some will find the courage to speak.
Scraps of paper and fragments of prose difficult to define
whip by in a helpless driven fury.
Now expression has little opportunity for introspection
or reflection. The art of language has been lost in
the stiff insistence of a brisk lake gust of wind.
And the sky above is so blue and blank
and it’s almost like time herself has slipped out
of her harness and has run on the shoreline
riding on the wind, being blown all over the beach
naked, wild and free of the sigh or that ordinary roar
of us as July lingers near the calendar’s door. 7/95
-Rubber Eden 1996
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Long Island Sound
Now in this past of a punched ticket
at low tide I drink down this July sun.
Cathedral afternoon of canopy blue
in an endless awning sky;
Myself looking at the sealed plastic bag
of fiddler crabs as bait
thinking how hot and doomed it was inside
there.
Now after the rituals were observed
and completed nude solitary on the beach
Walking as elderly on the thousand stones
toward the water
wanting into the cold salty stinging sound
Your balls drawn up into a hard sphere
The waves at you ass the erect nipples
the water licking everything in degrees at once.
The excitement form the prospect of entering her
as she enter you.
These ten years past her flesh now sea better yet sound
Under this sky, bright bare to the shoreline shoulder
I’m dunking. Going under. Full immersion. Opening my
eyes underneath. The pressure of the silence has its
tongue in my ear. I’m coming up for air. I push off
and explode in high white foam.
I look back on the beach
to see who is lying under the makeshift driftwood
lean-to as the Sound breeze chops the darker blue
waters white while fluttering the contour sheet
in animated penciled in ripples.
And I recall falling into your eyes that moment
and never looking down
still finding I never, ever hit the bottom.
Even now.
-Rubber Eden 7/91-2/93
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Classic live performance w/ full libretto from the streets of the lower east side NYC. Vincent Quatroche disturbs the peace on the corner of 1st Ave & 4th Street outside of the Karma Lounge on a June evening in 2012. Cinematography by John Dunn.
Yeah……But…..
(Burletta))
Yeah but
Yeah but
Yeah but…..
Andante
Yeah Yeah Yeah……..yeah But…
But But…but….but…..yeah….but….
YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT ! Forte
Yeah but Prestissmo
Yeah but
Yeah but…..
Yeah Yeah Yeah……..yeah But…
Ritardando
But But…but….but…..yeah….but….
YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT ! Ostinato
Yeah
Yeah…..Yeah
Alla Marcia
Yeah but…….but…..but…..yeah…..but
YEAHYEAHYEAH………Yeah Crescendo
But…..but………………BUT !!!!!
Yeah…….Yeah……Yeah……………Yeah…..
BUT…….But……..but………yeah but…. Allargando
Yeah but…….Yeah but……yeah but……
YEAH BUT !!!!!!!! Fortissimo
Yeah but
Yeah but
Yeah but….. Alla Marcia
Yeah Yeah Yeah……..yeah But…
But But…but….but…..yeah….but….
YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT ! Crescendo
Yeah but
Yeah but
Yeah but…..
Decrescendo
Yeah Yeah Yeah……..yeah But…
But But…but….but…..yeah….but….
YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT !
Yeah
Yeah…..Yeah
Accelerando
Yeah but…….but…..but…..yeah…..but
YEAHYEAHYEAH………Yeah Sforzando
But…..but………………BUT !!!!!
Yeah…….Yeah……Yeah……………Yeah…..
BUT…….But……..but………yeah but…. Staccatissimo
Yeah but…….Yeah but……yeah but……
YEAH BUT !!!!!!!! Stentato
Yeah but
Yeah but Agiato
Yeah but…..
Yeah Yeah Yeah……..yeah But…
But But…but….but…..yeah….but….
YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT !
Yeah but
Yeah but
Yeah but…..
Furioso
Yeah Yeah Yeah……..yeah But…
But But…but….but…..yeah….but….
YEAH……BUTYEAHBUT YEAH………BUT !
Yeah
Yeah…..Yeah
Sotto
Yeah but…….but…..but…..yeah…..but
YEAHYEAHYEAH………Yeah
But…..but………………BUT !!!!!
Yeah…….Yeah……Yeah……………Yeah….. Risoluto
BUT…….But……..but………yeah but….
Yeah but…….Yeah but……yeah but……
Aw…….forget it. Bruscamente
– Got Abstract ? 2014
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At the end of turned pages
July gushing stream
vibrant shrouds and shade ripples in shadows
all the busy harsh traffic sounds so far away
I can gently orbit here just minutes from another planet nearby that I need not visit
in the newborn summer heat the rustle of the red maples from St. Agnes or genuflecting and benediction rustling in acknowledgment.
The progressing afternoon like apple red patterns in undulating rhythm
where the wavelengths frequency of sound light exchanged glances and
remember the last time they danced like this. -Got Abstract? 2014
Steam Heat Cool
Hottest day of the Summer so far that year
In mid July on fricasseeing 1st Ave and as I’m
Doing a steady sweaty schlep approaching
The corner of 12th street
And this eighty year old guy appears
in the heat waves like an oasis mirage
In a powder blue double breasted suit jacket with
Boxed square cut shoulders like Cab Callaway used to sport,
His cream dress shirt with ruffled button down trim has a mile
Wide grape tinted tie freshly off the rack from the 40s held
perfectly centered with a gleaming diamond stick pin clasp
tan trousers with crisp razor creases, heeling toeing spotless
white bucks with pink shoes topped off with an extra wide brimmed
vanilla fudge swirl Fedora and Harlequin blue sunglasses
And not a drop
And man I mean not drop
Of sweat on him.
-Q Bop City 2018
July Fragments 2012
Just so much Space
You can move only so far
I’m told in a very small space
Most human skulls are about
roughly the size of two fists
Yet they contain everything single
Perception one can fathom
In a life time about the universe.
So that world between your ears
Can be as wide or narrow as
You make it.
Shrink or expand
Exclude or include.
But I would advise you
To take care with the dimensions
You will ultimately design in there.
Because that is all
You are going to take with you.
His Yellow Tonka Truck
(Attributed to Matt H)
Outside of the bar that evening
After discussing guns and booze
He said….
And I just didn’t have the heart to tell him
Playing so contently in his sand box
With his yellow Tonka truck
That someday he was going to
Have to deal with women.
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Remembering Herman
Herman Munster was an artist.
He loved the strange sounds of words
And how meaning could jump the tracks
From children’s books to surrealistic art.
So the TV monster based upon Shelly’s nightmare
Found notoriety and fame as being the
GD nicest fiend on the block
Who like to phrase his delivery
In the cadence of his mom.
Fighting back with Art
-For Doug
Wishes always it seems
Have to take a back seat in some cab
While nightmares ride first class
Like a holiday heart attack
That happens in front of the kids
On the Thru-way
Headed out to see the fireworks
And the numbness will continue
Till the awareness shows up.
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Duck Dvorak Duck !
July early evening
After a stunning warm
Summer day with a brilliant blue
Sky without a memory of a cloud
In the world.
In reflection while the radio plays
Dvorak thinking over all the swings
And misses that fate has taken at you
Over the years.
Best take care before you
Grin and smirk…
Missed me….
Because
You can trust me on this one.
Something
Somewhere
Is always just now
Winding up
And headed straight at you.
So it perhaps might be
A bit premature to request
Fate at the piano to play
Ellington’s
I’m just a lucky so and so.
-Got Abstract ? 2012
Rubbereden 
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