"D"
a composition
by
julio peralta-paulino

the before hand spiel
i won-wrote-wove these wow words
back in the yesteryear vow that was
the last eight when i ate not
enough anda got into the MC
i should mention that there
are no pictures of her from
the nineteenth century, but
i would have to check with
shirley to be entirely sure
it's simply a trying choke-hold
to some sites devoted to making
cold cash off some celebrity's ash
now here's the text from my unprinted
stash





Dude, doot is the Scot word for doubt.
I was in doubt as to what to write tonight
and so I wrote down a few ideas...

DIsney. I had this thought just a day or
two ago: Despite Miley, if i make peace
with Disney, how will I ever face those
critical French philosophers and Marilyn
Manson...

I was reading HUnter S Thompson and
some semi-famous Russian writer...
Turgenev...Please, pardon me if my tone
is not my own...

By Miley, I mean Cyrus and how I ever came
to be a Hanna Montanite, well, that might
be a question for the ages...
Of course, in all fairness, I should say that
it came about rather naturally and I didn't
associate it with the frightening entity that
is Disney...There was a concert along with
a lot of press and lolitaesque pictures
between the yoga and the high price of
cigarettes, well, we are professionals, after
all is said and done...

But let me backtrack, take it way back, I don't
know if I was a Disney fan as a kid. I know I
had a wonderful time down in Orlando and a rather
pleasant time in Tokyo save for the pine-
apple on the pizza. Now, for those that are not
hip about this, both of them towns have a
disneyland. When I returned from Japan, I
recall bringing along a fair amount of Disney
merchandise

The years passed and perhaps living in the city
without a break and the twists and turns of an
excitable mind all came pouncing down on the
company that the long gone, well it is my
understanding that he's cryogenetically frozen,
Walt started.

Someone is probably just waiting to turn his remains
into cream cheese or something, but aside from all
the rumors (I remember hearing that he was not all
about the sweet small world after all), you've got
to hand it to him; he built and maintains what
every country wants: an enduring empire with
impossible profit margins.

The Lion King, for example, is still making greenbacks
aplently not to mention the ancient cartoons that
reincarnate in a plethora of forms from tees to tights

Yes, yes, I know, there are those of you that can't go
a day without humming a bar or two of the jungle sleeps
tonight...Or is it the Lion sleeps tonight...No, I still
ain't seen the Lion King...It's never on TV when I
peekaboo the screen titlting my antiquated antenna this
way or that to get to a clear picture and while it is
on Broadway, did I mention the price of cigarettes?

Rhetorical, my dear Watson.

In any case, they own what used to be my most favorite
tv station...You are still the one...They had all the
good shows, taught me a bit about the Holocaust, and
how to make a good spin-off (mork & mindy, and how
not (joanie loves chachie)...BUt, to be fair 'chachie'
probably sounded too Spanish and Antonio Banderas was
still figuring out how to wear his hair amd looking at
Melanie perhaps with more lust than came to me for
Miley in that movie with the Godfather of cool and
monogamy Paul Newman.

There should not be women dressed in green before
they are twenty one.

Where was this going...ABC. The American Broadcast Company.
Imagine that, well, no, not only that: the news department!

Before anyone could really speak up and may I take a moment
to say that in some countries there is no so-called freedom
but here we have so much that -in the words of Jane's Addiction
or that lovely dress I spied while walking on the East Side
of this sometimes sweet town; nothing's shocking...I am
misquoting the dress (it said so shocking - at the hip, but
doesn't it all sound better without the aside?)

Rhetorical X DUE VOLTA as someone on Italian txt might thumb
into their Iphone or Blackberry, my imaginary Watson?

Whatever, dude. They own actual radio stations across the land,
from sea to not so shining sea. See, it;s not so Tiffany-toned
out West. More of a grayish light in that salt-water. Even more
far-out is that they own stations in other countires and if you
are like Mel Gibson in Conspiracy Theory or work for one of those
left wing non-profit radio stations well, go on have a field day
or a picnic or something. Just don't forget to floss, they say
it's good for the gums. Ooh, can we change that olden phrase
to bleeding gum liberal?

Perhaps not so rhetorical, my goodly Watson...

Let us chew on some other thoughts...So, maybe I was into the
disneyland thing and maybe I took a picture with Goofy but surely
I was wearing my Kings In Satan Service solo albums tee...
Even then I wanted to rock and roll all night and party everyday
or was it cut hair?

Last of the rhetorical or cutely confusing explorations, I promise.

Dude! they own everything and what do we own? To paraphrase Thompson,
we get flogged when right, we get get flogged when wrong...Not that I
want to own anything, but perhaps you can understand how it makes a
certain class of struggling artists feel or even a nation like
paraguay or uruguay which probably has a serious identity crisis due
to their similar ending names and foreign debt they won't be able to
pay in this century unlike Argentina where despite the tango,
psychiatry has got the better of them or so I hear but that is
another story or essay or rant from the Hubbardesque hum...

No matter, the music ended, QXR (kindly owned by the Times) is telling
the intro to a concerto (it's fancy, classy, over there...Can someone
tell me what became of Imet*, pretty please...To wit;

The end. Before I decided to find women that would accept my seed
and make babies, I was desperate for a job and yes I did apply to
the frozen Walt. No job came, but I'm sure the French and Mr Manson
will find this all to be a trifle. As for Ms Cyrus, I am trying to
get her to make something at least R rated or donate a hug or a few
hundred dollars and I wish her **

As for that frightful entity, in the words of Rambo nothing is over
and if you ever read this aloud let us just also say in the words
of Rimbaud I have seen what other men thought they saw...

Indeed, I could get a blow torch, mother loves cream cheese...
The world is always turning. Some day, some fine day all will
be Elvis.

Thank you for putting Peter Pan on the tele last week, ABC.
I am sorry for being too hip to hurry into the fun.

Dude, let me know when the Lion King is on. I do believe
in fairies, I do.

created in the summer of MMVIII by yours truly

*=after words, I learned that Imet is a typo but married
anyway and sometimes lectures at MoMA

**=the type's not legible, but certainly it was a lovely
desire hoping for whatever satisfaction she might want









Dude,if you would've axed me
i would have axiomed some
negative words alike the good
lord already made all the
required holes, alas i have
seen a picture and i don't
know if it were them big
sunglasses or the cute
blouse, but i dig the
new ring.



Dude, i dib-didn't know
you could put-place big pix on there
where i went wowima using
the flowery side for mine own site
i thinkit WILL, beperfect
anywayi hope you are using
sunblock
i mean seriously
i would,
if i should silver under the golden light.


Dude, i might be
going to a make-believe beach next week
well, i seen that otherpicture
it said the love of my life
people might getuhmjealous
still so darn cute.sounds
as if
everything is nearly excellent
perhaps i could whisper,
"kudos" but it sounds funny to actually tongue.


D, i hope they
ARE NOTtrying to Make You DO every
THINGtoday
i mean, it's tough enough being you
and beauty sleepandwhatever
well i amofficially
starting to miss
you or the posting version
i have of you in my mind,
did ya see the
new background
it's from the last
ipod picture, you're a doll, dude.


Dude,wouldn't it be something
if people simply let you evolve
instead of intrudinglet you simply beANDgrow
i mean of course i too have now become mesmerized
in a way, but i am sure you know
hat what i mean that you are good or popular
but don't you get that feeling you could be like even beyond
the limits which society puts-place on women
in so-called entertainmentMAN, you could do
whatELVISwantedand i don't mean enforcing the law,
i mean music and movies...good ones...this should perhaps be an essay, stay safe & merry.



Dude,you make me wanna twitter
even when ima feeling bitter...
the other thoughti sorta wanted
to say was that perhaps i could include myself
in that list, of folks horning in
or to use a facebookism poking well, i don't mean
to be no rubbernecker
but maybe you know that already
anyway ima feeling pretty decentPRETTYgood
went awalking in the rainand thought
oforABOUTyouSWEETLY.



Dude, sleep's important
plus it possibly could bring dreams
that mr sandmani like him
more than the candyman even if
he sometimes can't, welli might
designand put up a sandcastle
of course it might be that i haven't done that before
but wouldn't it be
wonderful
to write somethingwholly inspired by the water's reflection, DAYorNIGHT there's always a shimmer, a TINGLE over SEA'S waving.


dude, i hope you like it.
with love, from the realm.



Dude, i might have to
actually visit that world site someday, let's see
i got to see some of
the other pictures you posted and my favorite one is the one
with the LV handbag, perhapsfor the awesome row of lights overhead & yeah that dress
it's not that i'm not curious
but you know sometimes there's simply so much to do
anyway, i was very impressed that you
mentioned "NIGHT" on therei hope the new songROCKS
as for me, well i am in an inventive state of mind
and working on something especially
for ye, did you know there are a couple of concerts scheduled on the same day?
ps, i saw one video "who's who..."& loved it
but i can't always touch the telecasting i mean it
takes forever as they say, as
for the plates that cover and protect part of the dorsal surface
of those lovely fingers, well, i don't know about that coral,
i'm into more intense colors or even two-toned shades, here's hoping you are you and that you get every imaginable nail color in tiny bottles that won't ever get crusty (no reference to the toon character and yes there are no hidden meanings here or codes except of course that i now accept ms swift as a bona fide country singer...sort of.)


D,see i used noir nail polish for a while
but the thing got gruff...it was a right-hand solution.
night land yester i leaned into completionfeeling
mighty satisfied
i hope i getthe chasing-chance to dance into another theatrical poster soon
for the sake of that sweet sensation
i mean it's really something when one does whatever
simply for the thrill
which removes all thought and worryexcept
for the hurry of getting it rightLIGHT
ofmidnightnearsi might re-paint my fingertips if the fluid's still fluent. then again, in this available hour i could wander over into that worldly website. here's to ye!




Dude,i went to the site and it took me an hour and maybe in an alternate reality it's still
loading content, well i decided to make a fake membership card
anyway while i was awaiting on the dial-up
connection, i read an excerpt from your book
it made me be more into you , but come onyou could have
axedme and i would have typed up
your dictation or notes for free or just a mention on the backpages
well i do hope you keep this scribbler in mind
for the next stretch of miles to show,
ps, i think about my hands too.




Dude,i got up and said hey why doan i ago
to some bound pages and found maga scene place
and read the rest of the dude's groovybookness
well i did peekaboo all over the peekabooable corners and places
new, fiction, non-fiction, biography, religion, self-help, audio, teen,
discount, large print, art, hand-trucks, and even on the escalayting
contraption...not a hard-cover, not a paperback, not even a Seinfeld it's been to the bathroom copy.obviouslythis is a case for jake crayola or one of my other alter-ego personalities
by jings, smiley mileyi was hoping to
have some type of neat little lit-review for you
perhaps, soon indeed after the sabbath
anywayiDID
find this pictureand thought
heytheDUDEwouldorMIGHTdigTHIS
from the current issue of vogue, Paris



Dude,IgotAROUNDthe MIX-UP with the DATES
theyPROBABLYdo THAT to CONFUSILATE folks
well, i suppose you might be saying
i can almost see it
but my camera seems , to have
a censoranyway i didn't want to give away
from a mag that might still be moving
i was thinking just NOW how
i doan wanna swoosie, i perhaps won't meatloaf
saveFORmrLEEaday so we'll simply pizza if we ever.
PS, working ON that fake membership & have held
witness to the thigh high boots, yours with affection, me.



Dude, wisdom's weird
of course wisdom teeth are even worse, you'll see
i mean i know i should'vepicture
placed already but i promise by tomorrow
evening to have it music herenow
moving back to the knowingnesssounds
i started with
meaning to say how strange, unexpected, and lovely
to have this here for you for
no good reason other than wishing that
your potential will exceed all the petty expectations yeah some will
say you've already made it big
but i hope you know the type of prosperity which is in my prayer
and overcomes the mercenary aspect of merchandising
which might be more the fault of the company than the so-called fame.


D,i got everything near the way
i wanted but it took a while...
i got the thinganda here's how it rings

being superstitious, i could
not decide on an expert nation dateso i asked for

the distant future
distance...details...
diving & dreaming...
did I ever tell youi never really learned how to swim.


Dude, there was nearly
enough water in the city to practice the backstroke
well i didn't make it to the literary
shop again but surely soon i will cross that bridge
and toss that tome into my learning, reallyit's one of the few books
i wanna eyeBALL
byTHEway i think i understand what you mean when you say cranky
we all get crazy i suppose
it's simply the hazy mystery,
the lazy compassion of humanity.



D, i went over the other day
all-determined to cast my vote
in the tc election ohmygoodlyhoodly
you were in more than a few categorees
it was cool to witnessofcourse
the process took so longAND
i don't know if my selections were settled
so i will most likely go back
and give them my choices anew, anway
i got that first car video awaiting my viewing and an urge to go vying for the reading i have been Valentining for ever since the excerption. love and other layers of joy to you this Wednesday starting July.

Dear Dude,
I went down twenty more blocks this afternoon to get to the other bo OK st or e.
It’s the same as the other one, you know the ones that ate up Shakespeare and Co and most of
the mammie and pappy shops in between, to borrow a phrase from Miles To Go.
Well, yes I finally found it, But once again I had to peekaboo all over and part of me was
wondering about the conspiracy of jealousy against me while the other part was going
wow man she really sold some books.
I found it in the children’s section. I took it the cooking corner because this being the city most
people eat out and I figured few if anyone would want to pick up a how to Paella pamphlet on a
Wednesday evening.
Well, a few people did go and peep into those anti-poems. Don’t you think that cook books
should bring at least some of the ingredients? Rhetorical, darling.

Anyway, I went past the first few pages which I already poured mine eyes over and got right into
it in my fake lotus posture which left my buttocks numb as David Gilmore when he had to play
with Roger Waters again for Live 8.
It was a hell of a struggle so maybe I wasn’t in my right mind but the left side went through
the words with curiosity and feverish anticipation.


Now, you might say that you cannot really read a book in a little while – uhm I left
here about three and it takes two hours or so to get there and back and it’s like
seven now so I must have spent at least an hour on it – but I think I can unsafely
state that I got the essence of your meaning.


You are a girl and you love your family or part it and you grew up on the edge of the
entertainment business and you wanted to make it AND YOU DID. Well, so far.
You have a strong faith in Christianity and you use it as some would argue is supposed
to be done that is sharing your faith and the message of salvation.
You are savvy, you have this song seven things and throughout the book
you have these lists of seven which would remind readers in an obvious
and not so obvious ways about your recording.
The writing’s cute maybe too cute if you know what I mean like I think I know you are sort of
simple in that complicated teenage way and that comes through in the book but other people will

surely take it like oh it’s simply catering to create or further this personality.

It’s hard for me to really say I mean I mostly hate everything I read with a few exceptions
although there are many many fine works of literature in fact so many none of us not even the
hermits will have enough hours to get through it all…
Anyway, part of it is that while you are being outspoken or open, there is an undercurrent of
protecting something through the change of some names and not others and the asides play
along with that. They say all right, maybe or yeah.
I don’t blame you for being guarded or whatever, I mean you’d be a fool to let’s say let it all hang out.
Besides, there’s enough dirty laundry about so-called celebrities in the media.
I really liked – and I’m sorry if I get some of the wording wrong or forget some detail which
perhaps I wanted to finance into these freely and unplanned paragraphs– the puny peas line.
In fact, it might be the best line in the whole book.
So much to condense, uhm – dude, you had a Willie Nelson doll!!!
Wait, before that, the fish man, I had fish too but the way you named them, intense.
The things your grandfather said, funny and sweet of you to honor his memory.


I hate to say it, but although it might be a southern thing, when I say or hear Pappy, I think of the crazy naval officer from that great Robert DeNiro film – the title escapes me although my alter ego sometimes borrows the unofficial creed concerning deep sea divers and uses it for the blues. I do digress, slightly…
A book reviewer should not read without taking notes or underline, but if a book reviewer should forgo notes or wasn’t sent a copy of his or her own to underline then that book reviewer should write it up asap…
How in the world or why would you put ketchup on a grilled cheese sandwich??????????????
Dude, no. Especially if you are using imported cheese. Might as well go to some fast food chain.
I was shocked.
I might start calling you one sock off from now on because I thought it was cute and I love to wear to socks. Really, I do.
When I got to the picture section, I wondered why you put in eighties pictures of your daddy, but if I got whacked on the head I would bring out the leopard skin bikini tarzan eight by ten myself.
Dude, we have unexpectedly a lot in common. But that is sometimes part of the human condition.
Second favorite or interest to self was your theory of the equal and opposite reaction.
Of course, I hope it’s not true, I mean if it were and the hypotheses were proved then soon we’d all be practicing evil for the sake of good, but that is too much Master and Margarita for Hannah Montana.
You say somewhere that your name’s defunct, I mean your given name. I have a theory of my own about that and that postulates that a person cannot escape his or her given name.
Not the letters, not the numbers, nothing.
It simply seems obvious to me, but somehow it isn’t always the case.
Who’s who, you are – I think – blessed and my third favorite thing was how you penned seemingly without hesitation over the fact that there was incentive to mention at least one product or person by the corporation.

Quick notes of interest before this turns into a book itself, I didn’t like the reference to mean girls. I know it was popular but it was like you were tying yourself down early on to a cinematic sensation as if you were not already yourself a phenom… OH MY GROOVE you dig ELVIS AND LENNON, well, I kind of knew about JW, but EA! Well, I already wrote my thoughts concerning you and the King Of Rock and Roll.

Dude, now that we are at THE dead, I must say that the one thing I didn’t read but only glanced was your wish list. I fear that type of list, but perhaps it’s only a silly superstition. In any case, I was overjoyed that you only went halfway into those desires.

I hope you get all that you want and to meet those fine folks too, a young pretty girl should have her country and color or calligraphy as she will.

Unfeignedly yours,
Me

D, it's been weird
so i haven't wrote nothing since that before
i hope it isn'tstrange
or unsweet for ye anyway the fireworks are nearly
doneandit's
time to dream againof
the off switch for them that always want us on
i mean we in the poetic sense
i know some people think,
the way i pretend that we are tight you know my two sixty six
those being numbers for the common letters of course we are simply
as we are or should be i suppose
although sometimes i want to propose often over your emerging beauty a toast of
good wishes and sugary dishes as might be evident here ps, ennui i suspect leads
directly to cam-whoring to adopt a phrase from one of my many bogus acquaintances
which i suspect will become even more numerous as the years go by anyway i'd urge
you to use those minutes or hours with some activity that will enlighten or
entertain that ever loving always adorable brain.
i'll make a list of G things
you can do when in the throes of tedium,
let's say by monday (i need time to let the blood flow upstairs)
MUA!



Things to do if I were D and on the verge of boredom

A. Bubble Bath Personally, I think it’s important to stay clean, squeaky. Sure, a bath is nice and a shower is soothing, but a bubble bath, dude well forget about it.

B. Shakespeare Everything you need to know about real life is in the works of the Billy Shakes, plus if you memorize some passages it could prove impressive for a casting audition. I know from the book that you were doing mamma mia and you’ll say sometimes you need to wow them with a song, but the Bard’s got tunes too.
C. Change nail color* Now this one should get tied in with a coffee-table book, that as to say, change it, snap a shot and save it. Before long, if you have enough colors, you’ll be able to put out that collection. I’d Call it FINGER SLIPS and slide in some notes for those that wish to flatter you with imitation.

D. Go on a shopping spree, have it all delivered, and send it back They won’t mind, I mean you’re you and they’ll be thinking “wow, Miley Cyrus just bought our entire stock of Square Pants Sponge Bob party whistles, we can go to the Hamptons next weekend…” And when they get it back, they’ll still have that lovely expectation in their greedy little retail hearts.
E. Get to work on miles three, four, and five Dude, but if you do, don’t forget what I said. Unless, of course, you’ve already made other plans.
F. Write nations in need of tourism for free hotel and travel It’s likely you get that stuff at no charge anyway, but who knows, the last time I called a hotel I got a whole paragraph out of it for a story I was working on… They usually have people with fancy accents and most likely they’ll say yes and you can keep on pressing like “May I have a separate room for Sophie or Emily…”


Make those Disney Bastards put Hannah Montana on Prime Time I’ve heard they are pitching hard for an Osmet spin-off after her record drops, a High School girl becomes a zombie after she goes to a Christian Boarding School and is plagued with visions of the administrator, Have you heard the tagline too; I see Dean Peach Pit. Now, if all or any of this fails to amuse you, you may always drop in on me and I will be pleased to show you my ever growing collection of hats. Some have been hand-made.

*Aliceblue Antiquewhite Aqua Aquamarine Azure Beige Bisque Blanchedalmond Blueviolet Burlywood Chartreuse Coral Cornsilk Cyan Darkcyan Darkmagenta Darkolivegreen Darkorchid Darksalmon Darkseagreen Darkslateblue Darkslategray Darkturquoise Darkviolet Deeppink Deepskyblue Dimgray Dodgerblue Firebrick Floralwhite Fuchsia Gainsboro Ghostwhite Gold Goldenrod Green Greenyellow Honeydew Hotpink Indianred Indigo Ivory Khaki Lavender Lavenderblush Lawngreen Lemonchiffon Lightblue Lightcoral Lightcyan Lightgoldenrodyellow Lightgreen Lightpink Lightsalmon Lightseagreen Lightskyblue Lightslategray Lightsteelblue LightyellowLime LimegreenLinen Mediumaquamarine Mediumblue Mediumorchid Mediumpurple Mediumseagreen Mediumslateblue Mediumspringgreen Mediumturquoise Mediumvioletred Midnightblue Mintcream Mistyrose Navajowhite Navy Oldlace Olive Olivedrab redOrchid Palegoldenrod Palegreen Paleturquoise Palevioletred Papayawhip Peachpuff Pink Plum PowderbluePurpleRed Rosybrown Royalblue SaddlebrownSalmonSandybrownSeagreenSilver SkyblueSlateblueSlategray SnowSpringgreenSteelblueTanTealThistleTomatoTurquoiseVioletWheatWhiteWhitesmokeYellowYellowGreen


Dude,IgotTOworryingABOUTcalling
you dude, i mean it might be too informal
but you see to me,it'sAsignOFaffection
i hope you don't mind, i could be more romantic but dude
you know how people are,i thought maybeto balance this
possible wackinessi'd write you a poem
from the inspiration that one of your songs gives life to
d, i should say how i would not have synthed
at first but it makes sense, and i've listened
throughdifferent speakers & EQs
whoever mixed it made it so tight that
none of the light escapes, cool engineering,
but it's the voice & lyric that make it candy for my rock
well ima go rove or reeve into the eve. ps, i'm worried over
this hunger thing, was that what the eight glasses of water was
about...dude, i don't eat a lot but sometimes i get hungry and
i'll have a demitasse, an espresso, an improvised cappuccino,
a cafe au lait and i mean instead of brownies or bickies...don't
they got no starbyss at tie bee...come on, i'm serious about the
EApresley thing, but i want you neither drafted nor drifting too far
from your natural weight classification of course there's nothing
wrong with a woman in a uniform and i'd still be writing you if
you went into the plus sizes. may plush sighs adorn the hush of your wee hours, dude.

POEM WITHOUT THE WORD DUDE

i didn't practice or play
hide and seek with the words
the last thing i seen of
you were pictures in elle
something about not being
a kid anymore
but i see the scallywag,
the leather, and the scalding
possibilities that ain't yet grew
i flew through the night and
awoke athinking i ain't no princely
charm remembering how you writ up
about that hit up vietnam era tune
i ain't got no sunshine on a rainy
day in fact i like the weather when
it makes for London as for the month
of May well hey if we heed the better
smith then anything's an improvement
over April's cruel apron of course
i have this thing for October maybe
even November but some lyrics simply
make no sense and perhaps you are
say-sighing this ain't like no sonnet
no sestina no composition i ever seen
and perchance you don't like the woolly bully
or the louie louie well, what's a peek
a booing poet to do save say it as it
lays lazy around the salvation mind and
through the juxtaposition finding
the slithery fish of truth that swam
without language to bubble at this stream
after the dream of us which hasn't been
after the dream of us which wasn't in
after the dream of us which tasted no sin
stranded with the only eggs no ice cream
the full moon legs that picture of you with hands between
seven july nine another ruby tuesday awaking simply to stay
fast steadfast in the cast of myself filming scenes
i sometimes cannot edit edition last heading past
winning the last of my shelf altar filled with scenery
flowery and the fluffy thing all pink and ringing
that position talking about how art is always
self-referential but sometimes it's only a part
sometimes it's only a picture and garlic
vitamin girl you're invited to this song
vital dudess you are in violation of my tranquility
taking me into bliss just like this sauntering
vision bleeding hard and maybe unholy upon the page
stage i want to rage into it all age tall and cage the
unwanted calls inside the message box sealed
as the real music booms as the feel magic looms
sometimes it's only a perfection and gravity
vox woman you're not allowed inside that sorrow
vixen cup i cannot drink your tomorrow's ride
hiding i wander afraid of your fame holding
impossible realities against your nature
you're a natural and everywhere it's trying
to uncover and everywhere it's trying to discover
and sometimes even i want to detain or define some
detail or description or worse let it slip let it lip
sliding through the nonchalance of this constructed
nuance i wonder if they or anyone ever tells you
anything other than praise contracts or publicity
you look strangled in a corset on that cover
alike a woman in too much of a hurry to breathe
you look posed beyond reason on that ladder and
table top you're peepers appear in need of rest
in the long-sleeved lavender portrait
there's an honest hand here scribbling and this
scribe knoweth ye is hot, ye is worth the emotion
these words might provoke; i'd be your friend, i'd
be your boyfriend, i'd be your not so better half,
yet it would all be unreal even if we ran away
where no one heard of your Hannah or my Ink
it's too early to think all this is just my literary kiss
where i won't practice or play hide and seek with the words


POEM WITH THE WORD DUDE

the climb sigh-says it all
about me and others i imagine

rhyme and rhythm dream talk hall
the walking line awake two thousand nine

the song's poem singing the struggle
i you me she he they wish-wanting

sometimes against the opposition's wiggle
they he she me you i prayers praying

forever dreaming into that divinity
terribly unique to each yet in common ground

i heard it now knowing the chords aye itty-bitty
power country rock one sharp rolling found

between early noon coffee and vision of sword city
girl bleeding the swallow did mr jones have a hound

it works in all worlds edward estlin even if them
stars walk backwards or the pitcher balks awkward

reminding me to remain in the light of dedication's femme
seamount haymow or alp choppin' it down with hand's edge hard

indeed and the dude's voice when she I's or other sides
oh my ad lib that four second yeheheyeyeahyea sensation

we can't all make it and we don't and some won't nox or ides
where hill stack or ranges too high still to have that urging composition

ain't that the most exquisite remembrance - for one for two for three for we
ain't that love's bending knee - ain't that just like it should being be


Dude,some of them new pictures oh my goodness
i mean , i don't feel like writing or reading or any ariffing
for anything yet especially that one with
the blue jeans and those boots
i know you do it on purpose, still it hurts
way down in that lonesome dreamy space
whereinthere's nothing but wanting.




Dude,the throat thing is probably from singing 7 things whoa that's wordy
it's a neat song except the start reminds me of that 'so kiss me...' tune
but someone with more mujikal knowings might say that
the one i referenced is alike some obscure ALARM song
i hope the pharnyx gets fixed fast, i don't know much about the "new seed" solution
but i'm pretty sure it's meant to be topical
my regards to theback-door man from Mulhulland Drive,
byTHEway i didn't mention it but i heard and held on to another tune too and it
was all in my head in the wee hours and i mean that in a pleasant manner, my true
imaginary friend.


Dude,we've
seen the word spilled out as dood
alike a palindrome strange fact number one
sophie ray was born on the same week as my Lola dog
as you might know, there's no greater dog than... anyway, here's the inkrealm
cold removal recipehot tea or cold gin
avoid stress or in your case the press. be well, be wonderful, be in the true wish of your heart.


Dear Miley Dude,
i happen to have mossie experience
they say only the female skeeter bites but i don't
really trust that theory
hope it ain't, asbad as
as it sounds they cause so much trouble upon the
planet
but i didn't ever think they'd be in a place
like that, probably the water
well,don't scratch and splurge on the repellant.


Dude,
i think that quote is partly valid
lucky you it's a good thing
men don't turn into their fathers
in my case i'd have to get a tan too boot, anywaysounds alike it's all sweetness
and that doth maketh medecidedly
move into a grin
i wonder if they show you rushes
i haven't ever been to a real weddingyou know
as in or on holy ground,i have however been in or on the Hollywood sign, i suppose you haven't but maybe when you're back in the Los of Angeles you will take a trek and go heck the air ain't so bad here.


Dude,
i heard some or actually read something
that made me near as happy-glad-joy as if you'd change
your hometown on twitter
i mean if you did decide on, somethingDRASTICwell, it is a personal choice i suppose
but ain't it neat to be able to sing or sayaha
i really am as i was meant to be

well,look who's pontificating
the peekaboo kid,that a little while ago was
sculpting the hairs on his chest all the best to you on this fest of
a day with your fine new hair-do...some people have all the luck, even
got to play hairdresser too, ima officially a touch jealous.


Dear Dude,
you used the word dude! well, i don't know what to say;
i do know i adore that picture with vampire eyesit's
neat-nice to know that you are out and about and getting shut-eye aplenty
now about, this F-townthing
you might not get it i mean yeah i love F-troop and France and Sinatra and Kafka
and even Listz or Shubert and of course there's the Finkelstein crush i had and
Frankenstein is an alluring character for having been writ on a dare by Ms Mary
S when she was about your height and especially the
kid from my grade school that smelled just like a turtle and if memory serves
was called Frankybut i've had a horrid experience with
some other undudely dudeby that name which i suppose is
just one of those things that is a part of life and the poor judgement of
certain relatives which you are certainly no
stranger toin any case or well you really are from
Nashville but i know it's simply something i have to get through somehow,what works best on my side is thinking of Frank from one of my favorite Lynch films "You wanna go for a ride?",
all this to sort of say you are all right with me i mean effing
munchin' on my own effusion even under so-called pressure i say eff and blind
to all our foes damn the torpedoes spam mosquitos fade to a thank you for being
where you are or i should say simply there.


Dude, i've been thinking of you
sometimes in the worried sense since the emoesque twittering
and in contemplationof how you are
doing that film thing and putting together a new record i suppose
before the tour, theFASHIONlineand simply keeping up with mileyworld and your private world
so i wanted to say here stay clearof the sorrows
and i wish there's more to it all than work in your tomorrows
byTHEway, i checked out your make-up artist's
place
and noticedthat your pup's got a twitter, it's one
of those things that strikes me as surreal but it's neat to know you support
the armed forces however there is that image that came to mind of a hound
having to type and retype the response to, what are you doing now?. i know
i know, i've seen four legged dialing before but not on a continual basis
anyway it may -if nothing else- prove your greatness or staying power.
of course, you might want to put-place a disclaimer that no dog was coerced
into any texting in case peta gets aroused but if they do send them my way
some of them might be friends of mine already and i will be happy to defend
you with my extensive knowledge of pointless facts one of which finds that
beastiality is still technically legal in some states and therefore having
your canine work out a line or two for the alpo or is simply quaint.
in any case, i ain't mean to make these letter-notes into a book-length
production but you know how it is - it's the rolling stone in me ma'am -
if you start me up...
take it easy, smiley cyrus.


D,i know you said you were blue or under
the weather or trying to bounce back from sickness.
did you try the hot tea?the cold gin?
well, i'm certain i'm sure i'm positively absolutely without a doubt
indeedin the knowing that what you might need is the perfectly unique get up dress for the the awards
yeah maybe the oscars thing was too much
and although i loved it there was a couple too many rings for mtv
i hope you make up your mind and bring home
ten or twenty statuettes orwhatever the cassette
might bedid you see my texan-dylan-thing?
don'tyou thinkhe's a great country artist, too?you know johnny cash gave him his guitar...then again, let me not get instrumental before i start jazzing only to rememeber i got not tv no more therefore to miss your appearance but i'll be angling google for to see what you chose to shoe and vesture ciao.




Dude,
from the reports i've seen you got a few and even some i voted for
a yay is in orderwhatever they say it's
neatly-nice to see your legs
i'd even go as far as saying, i prefer thosefast break images to my usual morning eggs
aha i have a feeling there's going to be a whole lotta ice cream being bought and asked for after the ceremony is aired
funny, this all started with the thigh sighs or you had me at stockings

well,i got two vanilla pints in the free sir edge
i'll think of you when shoveling into that sweetness and avoiding the writerly sorrow of having two ina row rejection days. best of luck with everything and continued success or simply continue being lovely and talented. ps, no, i am not trying make this into a novel, even if the word count is getting into the thousands.


upon the in case of someone's curiosity as to what
i might have made reference to in the previous
paragraph, ink realm's posting a previously
placed bona fide here, i hope this does not
cause confusion but if it does and you feel
that confused sensation simply say to your
self hey there was a great man with a name
that had the prefix and then some that is
to say confucius or this has nothing to
do with me and why should i care or car
when he's simply writing for that
disney puppet 'dear dude' this an dear
dude that i just hope he really doesn't
have a miley world card but wait it's so
entertaining and wild...or whatever it is
you might exclaim within yourself and no i don't talk about myself in the third person but sometimes it reads well, methinks.






Dude,i feel your pain, i suppose the wise thing to say is that the journey's part
of the destination and even i might say that

i had a great groovy grand imaginary time in tybee except of course when the so-called king of pop expired and nobody wanted to shut up about it
but be that as it was or whatever
i hope that in the sooner of later on you shall be
all smiles and preparing to hit the road with the tour.
i have some pictures saved and there is one very recent one that could likely
be a sweet sensation for a certain place i am working on, dude, the next line's
in pig latin, in case you actually drop in on the realm and wanted something
you couldn't get anywhere else: aystay appyhay ouyay areway away arstay.
the wonder of language is without :"endway" as might be these notes for your sweetness, did you mean it when you said you couldn't be hannah montana forever?





dude m,
golly gee you know the other day when you mentioned a new
product -the edible one-i thought wow she
ain't got no say so in such things
but dear mc, what are they thinkingthey done put out the HannaH montanA new movie onto the DVD scene
AND THE FILM IS STILL MAKING THOUSANDS WEEKLY DOMESTIC i do not know about Europe and Asia, but still you see what I mean?
of course, i realize there's a schedule and all and in between stuffing

the hoi polloi,with an urge to eightees and then
cartoon through the wide world media well...i don't make your type of currency and i am pretty heavens to heather certain certain i won't but even so wouldn't it have been neatly nice just to know how much it would have got. byTHEway it's been hard getting plain vanilla ice cream - see earlier note - at least in Manhattan, ps, what's with the cliche of being all coxy i mean cozy - the z and x are neighbors - with the co-star? is that my ear burning in melbourne - well, i hope the dvd of the new one ain't got no behind the scenes et cetera. and while I'm here, how long before that dirt ball defamer you once in a while twitter to bites you in the ass? dude, whose man are you?





D,i suppose
we can settle all that later on...i am writing to congratulate
you on the hit singlepart yin the usa
i ain't heard it yet, i'm unhappy to report but i did sin the lyric
which is so because it ain't fairto the groovestill what a cool rhyme that stiletto memo
tempotouch
well, i should mention as well how pretty
and precious the whole kitty-kitten
scene wasas for me
i got my own reasons to meow and purror stretch
and roarasthe weekend'sastir and august starts to bid

farewell indeed or dear me it's only days to the tour,
do you have your cd cover art already created?




Dude,i put on the zee station yesterday hoping to hear that hot new track
now i should say im about as picky with tunes as i am with whatever's edible
so i don't really get these dancy songs with shorty burning up and the pimp shot hoes and the you know you want this booty stupidity bass or as the sticker told me drum machines have no soul but there was one that was alright - something about being the girl in the t-shirt as opposed to the one in the skirt - and then after finding out that even brit knee spears can't sell out in nyc in 2009they played it and no i didn't like it, it didn't sound like you, it sounded like an artist doing the expected role especially that little giggle at the end which maybe reminds some fans of the end of the intro to HM
ok so you are hating me now but man you have this awesome voice and to not hear
it between the zig zag synths well i couldn;t be loving you true if i didn't simply say it makes me blue, come onand get countrified or get johnny winter to play some slide in the studio on a remake of WALKIN' AFTER MIDNIGHT
but what do i knowi only heard it once
and it might be one of those things that's crazy cool to loose control to
while grinding away against someone in the flickering
lights of los angeles, and maybe it will be easy enough
to sing it say in london as part yenta UK dude, i hope john didn't shank the rest of your record, don't you know this goes down in history?




post-script for the peanut crunching crowd et cetera, inkrealm cannot abide
with the whole booty-popping stance and good golly we really don't like
the paparazzi even when they act alike some pillsbury doughboy on
horse tranquilizer medication, in any case, we wish ms cyrus
all the best on her tour and everything else. dude, i'll drop
in a note in november if possible.




pre-november review & letter production

Dude, I viewed-watched that HANNAH MONTANA the movie and being a citizen perhaps for being inspired by General Washington who could not tell a lie I will be as honestly honest as possible in revealing that my expectations were not high.


Don’t blame me, but a lot of those from TV films simply don’t make the cut, just ain’t interesting, won’t make you go oh wow that was wonderful or wicked, whichever your particular choice of lingo might be at this nearly ten year into the turn of the new century now.


Even some of the Star Trek films plain out sucked, maybe it was for the good of the many.


I do recall being mighty impressed with the way the promotional stills looked on Facebook, y’all remember Facebook (after Myspace and before Twitter), well those photographs were simply awesome.


I also remember the quaint yet extremely positive review from the New York Times. Still, I got this thing about films and it’s simply that I like it when they are above average.


Hannah Montana was well above average and not only that, it was done in a quick-cross genre delivery that could well make one want to see it again and again.
It was a musical, no you can’t argue against this logic, I mean there were songs and singing and dancing. Also, it was a country movie, a romance, a mystery, and yes a comedy.
But the kicker is that the songs were great, the country weren’t corny, the romance was lovely, the detective story was socially relevant, and the jokes were funny.


Ostrich, alligator, ferret, to boot!


This may not sound like much in itself but it is highly possible that you may not have tried to write a screenplay as complex as this one and pulled it off or like me you may not have even thought to attempt t such nearly impossible simplicity.


My immediate reactions were, if memory serves, that some scenes didn’t look as good as the pictures, yet you looked beautiful yet sometimes not so much that someone else could feel that oh I have nothing in common with Miley Cyrus or Stewart. The plate scene was a scream. In fact, Billy Ray nearly steals the show. My favorite scene was the teary one when Hannah and Miley confront each other -as it were– knowing that although they are the same person they cannot be in the same place and time, not without revealing themselves anyway he tells his possible girlfriend that his daughter needs him and cannot be involved in a relationship.


The rest of the cast was exceptional and I should say that I now respect them more than I did before seeing the movie, especially emily osmet – I mean she doesn’t leave any room to imagine a better sidekick, somehow.


How cool is it that they used or played upon certain elements from reality? Yes, they say art imitates life, but the movie employed so much and with such a good balance that one could really appreciate how much work went into some of the details.


Of course, having read your book, then it all becomes so much richer.


That is what it is, a little treasure. I’m only sad that I had it as a Netflix rental instead of my own copy and that I seriously doubt -if there is a sequel– that they’ll come up with a composition as classic as The Climb.
So yeah, many stars or thumbs up, and while I’m here I heard you got under the weather and hope that is all a long ago memory. I also heard you quit twittering, hope it weren;t anything to do with your “tweelings” – if I may quote you. Anyway, it’s most likely a good thing, I mean you shouldn’t be so-called news everyday. I was gonna see the you tube rap thing response but you know how it is on a slow connection. So, you and the aussie huh? Life imitates art , hey? Dude, I don’t know, whatever makes you happy, but I was hoping the tour would go down under and now if it does well let me warn you those girls are like none other and at least one of them is waiting to say hey miley can I have my boyfriend back now. I felt kind of bad when she complained ‘how can I compete’…


Well, sometimes the good of the one…


Let me not rubberneck no more, stay healthy, out of the headlines, and don’t let them release the concert film until well after The Last Song’s gone through world-wide theatrical distribution.


Dude, consider all this a little cherry tree, I chopped down from the chatty tranquility which is my imagination, to give you the space-shade wherein to mull or murder away a few minutes as you wish.