Existence Womb (66)

   
   "Existence Womb (66)"
   
When the Moon did wane and things tend to end,
The reptilians did their very slimiest send,
To thieve Miriam away during her content slumber,
That fallen angel technology still having her number,
To further harass and make their wicked claim
On an inviolate womb so fertile; thus, their seed could mix and reign;
Next, ascending through the shanty ceiling,
Buck and Luke like zombies--dead to sleep with no feeling,
And the teenage girl (Miriam) was aboard the swirling craft,
Strapped on a liquid-like table, as if floating on a raft,
Encompassed by serpentine faces harassing with iniquitous cruel--
A toxicity so venomous that a virtuous knight would surely duel;
Alas, no one there save a glimpse from God,
A Trinity United, but evil is in balance within the Universal squad,
And her petitions and prayers were muted and mutated
Into panic and anguish--all sublimity hesitated;
Then, they probed her body for a hidden defense,
Finding diabolical solace in no shield, and the ominous surgery did commence;
Nevertheless, there is always hope
In crossing over an insidious moat,
For having drank from the Holy Grail out of humility,
Buck could not be forever induced into passive senility.    

Existence Womb (65)

   
   "Existence Womb (65)"
    
A prophet hath no honor in his own country,
And we selfishly slay our heroes; next, must become a non-brutal Mountie;
Alas, Buck took charge of divine humility,
Knowing:  It is rigged by devils for the richly dumb to not the light see,
Though if cleansed inside by a singular eye,
Like a candle burning that turns to ash a lie,
And while the mentally ill, or cursed, are viewed as mere trash,
The rich man fornicates with the whore in piles of filthy cash;
Therefore, it seems America is hellbent on pride,
Yet the love of money cannot peacefully hide
From the light of a loving, merciful God,
Him birthing a Son, giving the impoverished a magnanimous nod,
Knowing how to gel with the Holy Spirit,
David psalming to always be near It,
Beheading Goliath due to the giant's vociferous blasphemy,
And the weakness of science now makes the mistakes that the Church did once pee--
Times do announce the false greatness of the capitalistic stalker,
Yet the mammon does rust when compared to the delinquent truth of Faulkner.     

Existence Womb (64)

   
   "Existence Womb (64)"
    
   Miriam didn't approach Buck concerning info about the glowing light.  Didn't care.  Wolfman Templar could handle it.  She knew he would alert her to anything ominous.  So, she sang little jingles about Saint Nicholas in her head, eating a turkey dog on a flax seed bun with a crispy kosher pickle and some sea salt.  Meanwhile, Buck and Luke were discussing matters further.
   
LUKE
Concern in his fatherly eyes.  A bit of neurotic Hebrew sparking to life, but for a totally solid gold reason.  It's her womb, right?  The inviolate child?  Monitored since birth and hexed in adolescence--it all coming down to her spawning a Star Child--a possible Anti-Christ.
  
BUCK
Acting tough and rough.  No way Luke; everyone knows the Anti-Christ will have a mortal head wound and regain a twisted cognizance--like Hillary Clinton falling on her melon in the bathroom.

LUKE
This is my daughter--be serious man!

BUCK
Knock and it shall be opened.  Dylan tried it first; next, Rose brought it to a new generation.  The Christ is with us.

LUKE
A deviant Jew some might say, not being the King David the Holy Land needed in times of occupation.

BUCK
Don't give up on the Messianic juice of the new wine Luke.  Sure, I wish I was back in the junkyard working on small blocks that can outrun big blocks, tooling always with American Muscle, but this is it.  This is the big one.  They're coming after Miriam, and we need to get back to America; that's where all the guns are, and you need one Doc.

LUKE
A physician and a gun.  How have I been so unprepared my whole life, knowing too, something malevolent was on the rise?

BUCK
Hell, Doc Holliday had two guns.

LUKE
Merely a dentist.  

Existence Womb (63)

   
   "Existence Womb (63)"
   
Buck informed Luke of the mystical visitation
While the psychiatrist was girl-sitting on the toilet, giving a whiz or urination;
Specifically, Buck confessed that they, especially Miriam, were no longer safe,
And maybe wisdom should dictate their entrance back into an American State;
Indeed, it is a country of unjust laws, full of a plethora of selfish litigation,
Where minorities verbally and physically complain without brainstorming a cerebral destination
Other than Bush League colleges, taking pride in their weak momentum-moving selves,
Instead of autodidactically craving to read the classics off of intellectual shelves;
On the contrary, easier access to weaponry in the United States;
Plus, more money to be made, which does camouflage mistakes--
Luke the physician rolled it all around in his linear brain,
Not wanting to prematurely jump on an unstable night train.  

Existence Womb (62)

   
   "Existence Womb (62)"
     
   Miriam and Buck were playfully throwing snowballs at one another, no rocks inside, a few hundred feet from the shanty, where Luke slept heavily within after imbibing too much Crown Royal.
   The twosome were still a bit romantic, yet robotic when it came to touching, as if a greater force of sublimity was somewhat frowning upon their possible carnal intentions.  As they giggled and goofed off, a brilliant blue light, like shimmering azure ignited the outskirts of their Calgary location, floating till upon them; next, manifesting itself into the form of a 7 foot tall Nordic humanoid, golden-yellow cascading from his glimmering face made effulgent by arctic-blue eyes.  The twosome immediately got statue-like, feeling reverence and unearthly awe.  Buck was like:  "Leave now Miriam.  Leave now!"   And without hesitation, she obediently departed, curious, but aware that the supernatural is all-encompassing.
   The huge Nordic male spoke to Buck, voicing:  "You have done well for centuries and way way beyond.  Your book is written by the Almighty God, and you have not wended phobic, but engaged your destiny as caretaker."
   Buck bowed his head:  "What now?"
   The golden angel continued:  "Miriam is not to be touched, as your conscience has fed you this instinct.  Possibly, in futurity, by your heart and hand.  Just guard her with your life, for they are coming.  All the tinkering the physician has done will not mask her whereabouts; hence, prepare yourself for war.  War for the fate of a virgin, Miriam.  God's Book will no longer be deleted and edited by iniquity.  Fate can be spited, yet your brave intolerance towards nefarious entities grants you intrinsic courage to muster might and be her shield."
   Buck was like:  "When?"
   The angel offered:  "Like when knowing Gabriel--always keep an eye on God's Message.  Make yourself a child, yes.  But innocence can grow angry and defensive.  Do your job Templar.  As it is written."
   

Existence Womb (61)

   
   "Existence Womb (61)"
    
   Miriam entered the shanty, sauntering with a more supreme reverence for life; plus, that of the Holy Trinity, including the Angels and Saints.  She had extinguished her cigarette in the ankle-deep snow, saying a silent invocation to Saint Francis and Chief Mojo Rising for the litter; still, Smokey Bear had reminded her:  "At times like this, even you cannot produce forest fires."  Moreover, she was surrounded by fields of frozen prairie, and was content with her mild misdemeanor.
   Buck and Dad (Luke) greeted her with bright smiles and vociferous optimism, Buck hurrying to unload the groceries from the beast-like Boss 302.  Luke sat Miriam down, brewing her some green tea to offer anti-oxidants; plus, give her a boost of natural energy and life-long longevity.  They talked hockey for a bit, Miriam still confused, only knowing you put the puck in that goal or the other; next, a fight might break out, unleashing punch-out passion for the fans.
   Buck entered, put the groceries away, and used his telepathy in a sincerely sublime sense to know what his little girlfriend was pondering--as her protector, he had a right to sometimes monitor and guard her thoughts.  
   Luke continued on talking, engaging his daughter in symposium concerning mundane things, and reminded her of America's possible magnanimous echo, mentioning that baseball season would start in the Spring, which was right around the corner, not minding to mention the Blue Jays.  He wasn't fond of bigger birds that preyed on baby eggs; regardless, Miriam was having reverie of her deceased mother, and knew that the Blue Jay, like a wolf, while sometimes demonized, offered much sublimity due to their wisely-forged Animal Totems by Indians robbed of a land that never even belonged to them, but them to the land--servants and protectors of Terra.   

G. Gordon Liddy, Robert Conrad, & My Dad

   
   "G. Gordon Liddy, Robert Conrad, & My Dad"
    
   G. Gordon Liddy's tough guy autobiography, WILL, was morphed into a 1982 television movie staring the barrel-chested Robert Conrad. most famous for BAA BAA BLACKSHEEP, a fighter pilot story during the Second World War on a Pacific Island.  Plus, both guys were bad asses.  Just wanted to mention my hard-hitting father, a college football player, him having once threatened to punch me out when I was in my early 30's due to an insult aimed at the Pittsburgh Steelers.
   Anyhow, this is not a piece of pulsating prose or in any way poetic.  "Just the facts ma'am" as wends the words from DRAGNET.
   But Robert Conrad was on the LATE LATE SHOW in the early 90's hosted by comb-over cool guy Tom Snyder, when you could let the colors of ancient television fly into your home, offering simplistic entertainment before Internet Porn became all the rage with local politicians and troublesome teenagers.
   Robert, or Bob as Mr. Tom Snyder called him, fiercely boasted that when he came to New York, he liked to walk Central Park at night in hopes of getting mugged, all to see if his skills in the Martial Arts were still uncanny, making him the ultimate human fighting machine.  Tom Snyder was laughing his ass off, as was the whole behind-the-scenes crew.
   Next, Snyder asked Bob:  "What's it like to punch out a guy?"
   Bob replied roughly:  "It's like knocking one out of the park."
   The Show erupted in wild giggling.