By Gary G. Ford Calgary, Alberta 3 October 1999. A Weatherman would know     more,     by Far! But as a Fog Bank then     you alone should prove to be     as much bigger Than a house... Like the dimension     of a multistory     SlumLord's Palace Waiting Most Patiently     For all manner     Of Humanity To be concealed     With Hidden Stories     Held Within!! Wide at the front     but narrower     from front to back,     some ten more stories high... A residential Hotel     Or Humble Castle     Of the Living Human Remains     Contained WIthin... Of microscopic water droplets     Too small to be seen     Except in Mighty Mass!... Were You Too Built?...around 1917?! And WHAT, Pray Tell     would be Your full Justice Done and Seen?!... Except as a Reward to Stand!...     In Brooklyn, NY, I see too - Proud and Grand of course! =     without     the Fabled Tree     in Sight! May God have Mercy     on your Doggie's     Bladder full     As then!... When Alley Cats prowl     and dance and howl     in Darkness Seen Against The Silver Thud of Metal Thin     Of Toppled Shells     Made tipped     Fallen askance     with contents shaken out -     A Sudden Splat! Thus they which echo forth     existence back As Signals sent into     "The Entrails of the Night" they stand to fall... As wounded containers     full of substances cold     Once warm     When full of life And moving so...     Attempt to roll     In Answer to     Existence's Call In death... This result of flailing cats     in full fight or flight And over-tipping     grey dented frames... As Grayer Mists block     The Blackness seen     At arms length... Can March, Can Match the Music     in Dancing Spheres and Disk Which lumbers Silent overhead     Unnoticed by the Masses     Sleeping Fast Below! Above, Higher and Against     the fragrant stains     in the Alley at the Back, As Passing Quickly in the Night     Does a Cool     and Moist Countenance     Pull Blankets over Stars!... Within the Frame     Of Sleep and Dream They Go! And thus you hold your own bold form,     All Wet and Great and Grey     and Mighty in Moist Stealth, And Going Forth in Unstoppable Flow     Of Deep and Dampest Concealing Self!... So Cool and Haughty in Expanse     In Triumphs Keen     With shivers of delight To come upon the Sleeping Populace     as Conqueror of the Night! And thus invest the Secret Places     Of the Heart     To Enter Rooms and Lungs Of many Deep Sleep-Dazed     and Crazy Dreaming Fool! Taken as a Cool Wet Blanket     Of Respite to Friend, As On the Edge of Life     In Sleepy Haze     You Wend Your Ways Amongst     The Dreams and Travails     of the Fools and Stars! Gary G. Ford © 1999. All Rights Reserved. For The Swimp _____________________________________ [The Plasma Bard's Post Script] ...I tried on it, To capture the essence of a Good Fog Bank Sweeping over a Tenement near the Sea As if in New York City, While Creatures of the Night - The Cats! And Strange Abductors! And Stars! - Play out life with the Alley As the Old and Young Tired and Fresh People Weary of life's changes Past Or Wishing for the Bright Future to be, Always Game for Hope Persist in Dream.... Asleep within, All 'keeping faith' With the secret desires Of the heart Imagine all that Life can still bring!... The very inner thoughts Which linger to the last! What Stories and Secrets What Wishes Past both Filled And Unfulfilled... A Slumlord's Palace And a Fog Come Covering All Could Tell!... When in people so ever denied In the Future Or in the Past There dwells a dream! A dream to last a lifetime! Funny thing... what Mark's stated Dream of dissolving to a Fog, and my memory of desiring to be a Fog Bank Once can bring! Gary © 1999. All Rights Reserved. The Swimp _____________________________________ For total GGF Freaks (you know who you are): The COSMIC BANANA BOAT arriving at Earth The Ford Index (Not For the Fainthearted) FORWARD INTO THE FUTURE! Electromagnetic Mind Field KRAYON KRYPTONITE! Darkling Beetle MT Eulogy