I Saw Two Good Houses Over There NEXT TO Death

Chapter 4

-¡Put those pies in order by entrails!- Mom ordained. No one was looking to suck up to her, she'd make a pistolero go limp. Her voice tumbled down like Euripides tiptoeing nude through a Miss Vicki salad.

I opened the door. The house smelled like a pitcher of Fresca. My eyes had stopped working when I put them up my sleeve. I was hot, much hotter than any fire.

-The light in the kitchen was just a fire.- Dad said. -I'll call a performance artist to put it out.-

¿Was he serious or had my eyes been disconnected from my electrons?

-¿Why don't you call a saber-tooth tiger?- Mom said in response.


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Jesse reading Chapter 4

I Saw Two Good Houses Over There NEXT To Death
by Don Cheney - a multimedia project by Max Cheney

Max & Mat at Torrey Pines State Beach May 14, 2005

Just across 110th Street

pimps trying to be mischievous or sweet,

and here is a sandwich and suddenly

the beautiful edge I was tying

to running on a treadmill

will not reply.

Max - May 5, 2005

Max & Meredith -- April 18, 2005

We serve King William out here


We serve King William out here

during this war to end your knowledge.

Where the fort once stood

there now is a smoking rubbish

heap of men women and children.

I'm Captain Blood and I've ordered

your crew to take to the boats.

Dig? Or shall I spell it out?

It's a piece of cheese -

a fucking piece of cheese,

a blanched face.

Their glances grew in insolence, almost.

IN THE SERVICE OF KING WILLIAM

this ship is now virtually a unit

of the ignorance I could gladly have forgotten.

ACTUALLY, I find you all tiresome, said Captain Blood,

and he looked down with a glow

that said, THIS REIMBURSEMENT WILL TRUSS

me up like no other fowl,

having until now observed all of

the odd particulars.

Jo and Max 8/11/04

RND_WORD

red plum

Chris Tyndall!