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 Geraldine and Stefanie
GERALDINE and STEFANIE

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texting geraldine:september 2007


Holy Shit I'm back in !s-rael again

played the ZAPPA club

with ACIDMOTHERS GONG

last night & then....

Tonight I play the same club

with a different band called

The University of Errors.

They are all good jewish punks from SFO.

& this is a poem

about the error of my ways

& the death of nocturnal terrors.


Last night was the easy gig:

Acid Mothers Gong.

This is a gongband unlike all others: we dont do songs


Before the show

we never say what we may play

never plan a thing

come & go onstage when we feel its right

play & sing whatever comes

just respond & let go every day

dont ask me what it was like

i never remember anything

God knows what we played

but She doesnt wanna talk about the music channels

before breakfarts anyway.

She likes to sing.





WELL....

I Woke up this mornin......

after not enough doss &

today we are on the road to Golgotha where Jesus got nailed

up on a cross.


Hot & unholy in the car,

droning thru a landscape

trashed by careless industry

nuff to make an arab weep.

To hot to go back to sleep

or grasp this olde unholy mystery.

We stop for lunch as my phone beep beep beeps at me.

Its a text from Australia....

from a terrified Geraldine.

She says she is dying RIGHT NOW

she thinks she wont make it

to the mornin!


She'd never said this to me before.

I later learned

t'was just an early warning


Now I'm in shock

in a land that is battered by flak.

I sit and stare at my cellphone.

The screen is starting to crack.

I call for a beer. I stare without seeing. The void stares back.

I think of Geraldine in her house in Lismore fighting tears.

In her bandaged bed after midnight living in fear.

Thats when pure dread rises and grabs the throat

The smell of my own decay

spins me like russian roulette.


Suddenly the awful Israeli beer tastes merely second rate.

I text her back:

Right now in Israel heading for Golgotha.

Gonna light a candle on Jesus's grave for yoo & the ghost of yr mother.

& then I will smoke a joint beside the wall for Bin Laden & the Palestinians!

GONNA SMOKE A SPLIFF

FOR YOO BABE!

FOR YOU! YR MUM and St Trinians!


Back on the road the landscape is hexed.

Sun on skin with cancer rising.

I bow to Death and give my respects.

Death grins knowingly.

Maybe your next.

Israel is my happiest hunting ground, he says.

Mind how you go mister alien....

My spine shivers cold as mercury, gold and helium..


We arrive at Golgotha. I suddenly have my doubts.

Tourists spreading rapidly like a greedy disease.

Up the mount we wander

through a maze of

jesus merchandise

I can do without.

Everything on Gods earth pays the christian's fees.

The price of capitalism

is the death of

the worker bees.



Now the good jewish boys are california polite.

They feign mild interest in purchasing bad joke shit with down home yankee soundbites.

The merchants are nasty little shits. They know there are profits in guilt.

Jewish or Palestinian they all act the same.

They make me wanna throw up plastic cups & nylon quilts.

I push my way through them impatient to help Geraldine.

Finally we get to the site of the cross.

It smells of pornographic priests & deoderant.

It smells unclean.

I find a candle and light it with conscious care.

I invoke a healthy body for my friend.

I see the tide of sickness falling back to where

I see her striding powerfully, purposefully,

into the light again.

Now I am still......

The buzz of tourists fades a bit.

From nowhere a grumpy lumpen gnome in a black habit grabs at the candle I have lit.

You will burn the place down, he groans.

He puffs at it but it stays alight.

I grab him and pull him away.

You want me to crucify you! I spit.


I am livid. I'm protecting the health of my friend back home.

I have the strength of a thousand elephants in these skinny bones.


He sees I am real. He pauses.

Have I hallucinated?

He melts like wax in the crowd while Geraldine remains illuminated.

I light another candle

as insurance.

Shine on Geraldine!


O Jesus man!

I'm so sorry for you I could cry!

The marketeers have mugged you for yr mojo baby!

Is it for this you died?

A hard eyed twisted priesthood?

Cash registers, master cards &

greasy dripping lips?


I'm outa here. Did I imagine something PURE

in this stinkin pit?

I dream the miracle

in the hope of a cure.

I remember my old man used to say:

"The higher the fewer!"


Down the endless slope we go, badgered by the

badass bullshit artists,

sleezebags on ice,

you wanta 3D plastic jesus

for half price?



Quixotically my mate

who walks ahead

gets sucked in by the hard sell

come on yankee jew boy

buy now or go to yiddish hell!

YET if yr an exploding moslem from Kabul

come in ka-boom box baby you'll do well

a para dose of paradise

does wonders for a burning smell.


So he stops to barter but somethin in me snaps

c'mon chaps! I chunder bluntly

You dont want this shit!

This cheapshit tackle! WHY???

Fuck you!

mutters snakeface Mr Shekel flickerin beady eyes.

Leave YR FRIEND alone MEESTER.

No! sez I immediately. NO!

Fuck you! You merchant SHYSTER!

C'mon Josh- lets get the

FUCK outa here. Lets GO!


Hey! Calm down daevid!

Josh hopes my

better self might re-appear


But I am ON ONE

& somehow

he is the last to know...

I'M CHANNELLING

JESUS ON THE MOUNT

& THE MERCHANTS HAVE

GOT TO GO!




mossad spy or expoding moslem

I dont give a damn

purify the sacred site

wham bam thank YOU madame.


I bustle the boys away but the hustler comes again


FUCK YOU!

he screams at me

and pulls a knife or is it a gun?

CALM DESCENDS UPON ME

NOW I KNOW MY TIME HAS CUM

AH GERALDINE!

AH JESUS!

I AM READY TO CLEANSE THE MOUNT AGAIN

OF VILE & SERPENTINE SCUM

THE VOICE OF OUR LORD DESCENDS UPON ME

A MIGHTY ROAR BUILDS IN MY HEART

THE RIGHTEOUS RAGE OF DRUMS

armageddin in yr face

FUCK YOOOOOO!

GET OUT OF HERE YOU SCUM!

my voice is deafening

& the good lorde is reborne

the sales snake falls back stunned..

a mighty silence stretches

like a celestial yawn.

Downwards now we press on;

to the wall! I cry.

NOW i am on a mission.

Off to the wailing wall

dont need no govt permission.

My israeli friends are white faced

i didnt know you were like that says Udi

BUT i wink at him & say

thats what i call the missionary position

But that is so dangerous what you did!

this is a very edgy scene

if it wasnt the spirit of jesus methinks, then maybe twas

the spirit of geraldine!


at last we're at the wall

i whip out my joint & salute osama

drop the big one on us now

& end this whole fucked up

unholy drama

wipe out the whole catastrophe

reduce this place to sand

if the jews just cant let go of stuff

despite their indigestion

too many mothers and children die because of a

slice of bloodstained land

while the arabs

ask terrible questions


osama bin laden drop the big one

wipe this shit slate clean

for world peace.

justice,

and geraldine!

but first i sent the promised txt

& back came her answer like a booomerang ray

the candles are melting my pain away

& I'm laughing so hard

the sun is coming up and

its a beautiful day today...........

love you geraldine....

hip hop hooray!

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