Keep Illuminated

Moved the show, after a nap, to Denny's on Northern.
They've got a Jasper Johns print behind the register.
I'm looking at it presently, and it's been quite a night.
The Jets pulled it out and I got a loan to tide me over.

When I came in, a man and his son presented.
A disabled person, the son's wheel chair was very busy.
All sorts of notices, including some Greek Orthodox ones.
Referred him to Nightingale and made small talk.

The father was feeding him custom foods, not grilled.
Obviously specially prepared; had brought a blender.
Dicey matter, approaching him and inquiring therefrom.
I let him be and let it go. Just a bit of advise given.

The loan something of a swap... gave a book. Not bad.
Took lot of pressure off, having to work something out.
All these fights going on, all this "venting" is distracting.
Was reminded of one of my last tangles; not my fault.

He wouldn't move. A kid on the steps at Shea Stadium.
Went for pop; back to seat; a glance - tacit circumstance.
He didn't move - "ignored" me. Climb over? "'Scuse me."
Still refused move. Threw pop in face; pummeled. Won.

Now, same stuff. Product of sadistic "permanent recorders."
They can go to hell too. I say no to all of it; no thanks, I say.
Yes to winning people for Jesus Christ - sans theatricality.
With The Lord all the way, and He with us. Surely.

Schedule out of whack. Church in the coming morning.
Made a necklace for my lady friend, if she'll have it.
Pretty nervous about that circumstance. Thinking...
could move membership back to Love and wait on it.