My dad says his dad
took him to Disneyland
in the 1950s. But
when they got there,
they discovered that
Disneyland was still
just orange groves.
So they had to turn back.
***
Then, twenty years on,
my dad took me to
Disneyland. And again—
just orange groves.
So we turned back.
***
Now, though,
all these years later,
I’m beginning to think
my family may not
have the correct address
.
They say,
cough —
and the
world coughs
with you
***
And to-day that cough
has ferried us to
this gentle turn.
***
Eight hundred posts.
I never would have
believed it.
Yet here we are. And
here we go again.
***
Onward—to the 900th!
(or thereabouts)
.
2.
Here We Go Again
Written & performed
by George J. Raymond
copyright© 2025
Why did I answer when
you called my name?
Thought I was tired
of playing this game
***
Opened my heart
and in you came, and
here we go again.
***
What is the meaning
to this ride I’m on?
I just go up and down
and round and round
***
To-day it’s you and
me and all i know
is here we go again
***
You pick me up with just your smile
(Oh yeh, you do)
You make wonder if you’re real
Are you? Are you?
***
So to-day I guess
it’s me and you,
standing side by side
and wondering who
loves the other one more
than the other one knew
***
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go again
*
To listen to Part one click here
3.
Sincerely,
The Undersigned
When I die, please
remember to place
a gold coin in my
mouth so that I may
pay the Ferryman.
***
And while you’re there.
***
Place another coin
in my ear— so I
can do a magic trick
for the Ferryman.
***
Next, please fill an
envelope with bread
crumbs, then tuck it
in my inside jacket
pocket.
On the envelope write:
“For ducks”
***
And lastly, place
a small toy globe
in my lower jacket
pocket, so when I
reach the land of the
dead
I can show everybody
where I used to live.
.
X marks the spot
where I buried
my xylophone
***
Y marks the spot
where I questioned
my reason for being
***
Z marks the spot
where I took a nap.
***
And XYZ marks the spot
where my friend told me
my zipper was down.
My shadow self
loves mushrooms.
I can’t stand them.
So anytime I see
it eating some,
I just slide on over
into the shade—
***
“Now how are they?” I say to it.
.
2.
featured reader
Jita
3.
Appendix A:
WHO IS MENTIONING ME NOW?
Trefology in Who’s Out There?
My favorite site
for ghosts of
ink and paper.
***
To read click here
It takes a
village to
kill a
Frankenstein
monster.
3.
When I was a kid,
the goat deity Baphomet
used to appear at our
home every year at
Thanksgiving for dinner.
***
I remember my
grandmother would always
get his name wrong—
calling him, “Bath-mat”.
***
And everyone would laugh.
***
Everyone but Baphomet.
***
He would just pretend
not to notice, or else
try to change the subject.
***
One Thanksgiving,
my mom had an actual
bath-mat made with
Baphomet’s image.
***
But he ended up
cancelling at
the last minute.
Why be a
double spy
when you can be a
triple spy?
Which— if I know
my fromology,
is a creamier spy.
.
2.
trefology loves you. do what it says
Back before the
invention of the
compass,
sailors relied on
the Northman
for directions.
***
They’d say
***
“Hey, Northman, which way to your house?
—OK, go in that direction.”
I give all
my spoils to
the victor.
***
But what of you
the reader?
***
Who do you
give your
spoils to?
.
(Fill in answer here):_____________________.
Hard to believe
there was a time when
man believed the
earth was triangular.
***
Strictly speaking, of course,
I don’t mean
ALL of man.
***
Not even some of man.
***
Really, just this one—
***
Larry Triangles.
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