Crystalline Cool (24)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (24)"
   
   Duncan recalled, mentally, how his mother's cardiac issues brought about her corporeal demise; however, there was this one time when she simply went flatline; next, awoke minutes later, screaming about the luminous, white light with extreme cognizance.
   So, with Roadkill loyally at his side, having said his prayers for others, Duncan did humbly kneel, and said The Litany of the Holy Name of Jesus--like this:
  
LORD, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy.
Jesus, hear us.
Jesus, graciously hear us.
God, the Father of Heaven (have mercy on us),
God the Son, Redeemer of the world, 
God the Holy Spirit,
Holy Trinity, one God,
Jesus, Son of the living God,
Jesus, Splendor of the Father,
Jesus, Brightness of eternal Light, 
Jesus, King of Glory,
Jesus, Sun of Justice,
Jesus, Son of the Virgin Mary,
Jesus, most amiable,
Jesus, most admirable,
Jesus, the mighty God,
Jesus, Father of the world to come,
Jesus, Angel of great counsel,
Jesus, most powerful,
Jesus, most patient,
Jesus, most obedient,
Jesus, meek and humble of heart,
Jesus, Lover of Chastity,
Jesus, our Lover,
Jesus, God of Peace,
Jesus, Author of Life,
Jesus, Model of Virtues,
Jesus, zealous for souls,
Jesus, our God,
Jesus, our Refuge,
Jesus, Father of the Poor, 
Jesus, Treasure of the Faithful (have mercy on us),
Jesus, good Shepherd,
Jesus, true Light,
Jesus, eternal Wisdom,
Jesus, infinite Goodness,
Jesus, our Way and our Life,
Jesus, joy of Angels,
Jesus, King of the Patriarchs,
Jesus, Master of the Apostles,
Jesus, Teacher of the Evangelists,
Jesus, Strength of Martyrs,
Jesus, Light of Confessors,
Jesus, Purity of Virgins,
Jesus, Crown of all Saints,
Be merciful, spare us, O Jesus!
Be merciful, graciously hear us, O Jesus!
From all evil, (Deliver us, O Jesus).
From all sin,
From Your wrath,
From the spirit of fornication,
From everlasting death,
From the neglect of Your inspirations,
Through the mystery of Your holy incarnation,
Through Your nativity,
Through Your infancy,
Through Your most divine life,
Through Your labors,
Through Your agony and passion,
Through Your Cross and dereliction,
Through Your sufferings,
Through Your death and burial,
Through Your resurrection,
Through Your ascension,
Through Your institution of the Most Holy Eucharist,
Through Your joys,
Through Your glory,
Lamb of God, You Who take away the sins of the world, spare us, O Jesus!
Lamb of God, You Who take away the sins of the world, hear us, O Jesus!
Lamb of God, You Who take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us, O Jesus!
Jesus, hear us.
Jesus, graciously hear us.

Crystalline Cool (23)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (23)"
   
   The old man wasn't as dumb as he played.  Back in the day, they referred to him as the "Little Wolf."  Of course, the Wolf Totem is minor, yet the Coyote's Totem is infinite, and if tame and domesticated; next, from everlasting to everlasting.  Though, as Blake knew:  "The fox condemns the trap, not himself."  Still, the old man liked being tame nowadays.
   As Duncan and Roadkill slept, the Apache native puffed away his prayers outside, a bit swayed and pleased in his bizarre yet mercy-ridden child; plus, he liked the dog.  
   The old man looked at the glimmering glow of the big neon cheese--her being a metaphorical matriarch that highlights the night sky.  Tonight:  Beaver Moon, so high above, hung by the hands of God Himself.  And though Duncan was merely a half-breed, the old man adored the boy, him ornamented in wisdom, maintaining strength through the family's trials; moreover, that his son had acted and spoke on the powers of Kings, such as Solomon, knowing:  "Hearken unto your father that begat you, and despise not thy mother when she is old.  The fear of the LORD is to hate evil:  pride, arrogance, and the evil way, and the fraudulent mouth do I hate."
   So, after extinguishing his cigar's burning cherry, he who was once a Chief strolled into the humble habitat, and while the boy and dog slept, the once honored Chief made a bowl of Lucky Charms, knowing that even the Irish were hated by many men.  

Crystalline Cool (22)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (22)"
   
   Duncan didn't become united with the Franciscans--in a technical way; regardless, he would pursue his quest to love the Earth and all that does dwell therein, as well as perpetually praying for those in Purgatory's cuffs.  So, the old man asked him:  "Gonna go after Aimee and mate with her?"
   Duncan quoted King Solomon's Proverbs, as it goes, saying:  "A quarrelsome wife is as annoying as constant dripping on a rainy day.  Stopping her complaints is like trying to stop the wind, or grasping olive oil with your hand."  
   The old Apache laughed; however, controlled the lovely thunder in his belly, vociferously and curiously probing:  "Don't you and Aimee get along?"
   Duncan with:  "Of course.  But people wear masks to get what they want, or keep what they have."
   The old man asked:  "What does your gut tell you?"
   Duncan spoke with wisdom, saying:  "Only trust the head and the heart."
   Then, Dad lit up a monster cigar, puffed his prayers Heavenways; moreover, started laughing with his belly again.  Duncan joined in, the twosome never denying their heritage, yet smart enough to always act in accordance with the merge of humanity.  

Crystalline Cool (21)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (21)"
   
   Duncan and his Dad lived somewhere between Apache and Medicine Park, Oklahoma.  They were happy.  Getting by.  Having that loving father and son synergy.  It was a sweet kiss on the cheek from the sublime angels and saints.
   Anyway, the old man had a surprise for his laboring son.  He had invited members of the Third Order of Franciscans to the house.  Wanted to see if his son would get involved.  Go on an idealistic crusade.  Dismiss Aimee, or keep her and produce.
   The Third Order didn't necessarily require traditional vows; however, things like a scapular could be worn, and as an Apache, Dad knew that Saint Francis and his holy resound were in touch with Mother Earth--a magnanimous thing.
   So, the old man lit up a cigar.  Rubbed his own shoulders through meditation and spirit.  Knew Duncan was and always will be just like Popeye the Sailor Man.  I am what I am.  Not into corporate greed and the glimmering gold that came along with it.  A nice humble life, in touch with the supernatural events of all eternity.  Gotta eat that spinach and get your iron.
   Duncan awoke.  Roadkill alongside him, wending their unique way into the old man's scenario of situating himself on the sofa with his green tea.  There, Duncan and the dog greeted the old man, him puffing away perpetually, always praying--without ceasing.
   After Duncan fed and watered Roadkill, he fixed himself some tea as well; next, took a seat next to the old man, his Dad saying:  "We have visitors coming today.  Yes, you are infused by the Holy Spirit, and though it says to never put God to the test, you will be given a quiz today."
   Duncan was like:  "Oh Dad--what did you do now?"
   The old man smiled; then, said:  "We should play it cool.  For now, it's time to watch some Barney Miller reruns."
   Duncan rubbed his head in a state of stress; regardless, he was happy to have the love of a father, and the loving licks of a holy hound.   

1957 Chevy

   
   "1957 Chevy"

   We've all had dreams concerning this auto icon; specifically, hearing the Arch-Angels sing:  "I'm feeling kinda heavy, like a '57 Chevy!"  Or did I pick up that communicative, blue-hued song from another source?  Regardless, this is an American Classic.
   In George Lucas' American Graffiti, a film that I believe arrived around 1973, we observe a young Harrison Ford piloting a 1955 Chevy, it mean in Midnight-Black, and having plenty of torque coming out of the hole; moreover, we meet the character Toad, a hot chick telling him:  "Peel out; I love it when guys peel out."
   And during my adolescence, us uncouth rednecks believed the STOP sign to be a mercurial acronym for:  SCRATCH TIRES ON PAVEMENT.  And we did.  But none of us possessed the cool of a 1957 Chevy.
   Here are some specs and performance levels from the:
   "1957 Chevy Bel Air Sport Coupe, 283 Corvette Ramjet"
  
RWD--manual 3-speed gearbox.

283 Cubic Inches.

Twin-Barrel Carburetor.

290 lb-ft torque.

An approximate 270 horses.

0-60:  8.2 Seconds.

Quarter Mile Drag:  16.7 Seconds.

Top Speed:  120 plus mph.    

Reverie concerning "All in the Family"

   
   . . . Reverie concerning "All in the Family" . . .
   
   All in the Family was always observed in my Pap's household.  I didn't get the vibe of the humor as a little kid, but Pap sure laughed, puffing away on his charcoal-filtered smokes.  
   This one episode, Dingbat had made friends with a nice Hebrew gentleman, and of course--Archie doth protest.  Furthermore, she said his name was Mr. Cunningham, to which Archie corrected, saying:  "He's not Jewish then Dingbat, for a Jew can't have Ham in their name."
   Cunningham can be traced back to the British Isles, kinda/sorta having an Irish meaning, being taken from a personal name, and from a double diminutive of the Old Irish personal name Conn, possibly meaning:  Chief.  
   Hell, I don't know.  But the 1970's and 1980's sure had excellent television shows--in my opinion.    

Crystalline Cool (20)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (20)"
   
   Duncan and Roadkill returned home after the naked and aqua-charged innocence of a shower that involved washing Aimee's yellow hair with anti-dandruff shampoo; next, she had washed his black mane that was shortly cropped.  There was no kissing, for she had no LISTERINE, and Duncan didn't want to pick up any oral thrush from a possibly yeasty mouth.  Too, he did not become fully aroused, reminding himself of Saint Francis having walked down the road and encountered hot chicks; then, the Fool for Christ got a bit excited, but swiftly stripped himself naked and jumped into the thorn bushes before complete arousal--all for the glory of chastity.
   Anyway, when he entered his humble habitat, Roadkill thundering in first, the old man was puffing away on a blueberry-flavored cigar and reading a Green Arrow comic book.  At that point, Duncan knew not to tell Dad about his pseudo-carnal experience, for he didn't want to get "the business" from the Apache's sense of stoic humor; nevertheless, in touch with the Earth and all the vibrations of Her forever-fluxing energy, the wise Native elder knew something was, well, almost up, or had been, yet the old man kept his mouth silent, simply saying:  "Reading a 1980's comic about the Emerald Archer, Oliver Queen, when he was a destitute and bleeding heart, having that cool Robin Hood mustache and goatee, which did not connect.  Damn, wish I could grow facial hair.  And I'm not being gay here son, but Oliver Queen is a nice-looking man.  I guess I've always had a thing for blondes, and that's why I married your mother--her hair was as bright as gold."
   Duncan thought of Aimee's cascading blonde, shook it off, and sat down next to Dad on the sofa; next, he glimpsed at the collectible comic book, verbally offering:  "I'm fond of Captain America myself.  Truth, Justice, and the American way." 
   Dad snorted, stating:  "When freedom was a real gift.  Now the government spies on her own people, and religious freedom is being threatened.  Oh well, you cannot pour new wine into old wine skins, for the old wine skins will not be able to hold the new wine--did I get that kinda right?"
   Duncan was like:  "More or less.  But still, the Old Testament has its truth, and sometimes we have to fight and revisit in humble manner, like Mr. Miyagi knowing--wax on; wax off."
   The old man laughed, and kept puffing away, blowing a super-symmetrical smoke ring, that with prophecy, danced in completion and circular structure from the den into the kitchen.