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'SAD ': SHORT INTRODUCTION: FREE VERSE
by
Mark Walter Meredith
December twenty-fourth eight fifty-five PM Eastern Time Standard Time: from here on in: Alison-Grey-baby sounds sad.
Why does Aly-Grey-baby sound sad: it is a joke hidden in the play version by Larson: (: John:): Angel Schunard just killed the dog Akita just before Mr. Collins chose that phone booth back where Angel set up his drums: you get it already: it's frickin' hilarious right: Larson (John) was a genius at stuff like that!
This story happens after Akita swan dived out of Aly-Grey-baby's window into Gracie Mews: what was happening during the beginning of the rock opera song called, Rent: Larson (John) rules over Larson (John's) characters wherever used throughout the universe:
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FREE VERSE POEM, MID RENT INTERLUDE, ALISON BABY
by
Mark W. Meredith
It was December 24: 8:55: PM: Eastern Standard Time.
Allison sat at the edge of the couch: slumped down sadly: sadly enough.
Ever since the marriage, Allison felt bad, guilty for the scene Benny Grey-Coffin's old friends made at the wedding.
Allison told him during the beginning of the after wedding celebration that Coffin might as well give Coffin's friends the news about how he was going to buy the building down the street near the corners of Eleventh St. from the old music publishing factory, also the empty lot next door.
More over, that they were going to have to say good-by.
To their little homeless friends.
That Maureen, Cohen, Mr. Davis do pictures about or talk to them or whatever they do.
Allison watched sort-of from afar, as Mr. Davis looked mad, stern, looking hard at him.
Silently Mr. Davis then looked strangely out of the corner of Mr. Davis's eyes as if he thought he was crazy as they finally got their chance to speak.
Meredith-2 'LUDE, ALISON BABY
Allison remembered how Maureen had her arm around Cohen's shoulder as they were stood there together.
Maureen sometimes fawned all over Cohen because he was so smart about electronics.
Cohen, Maureen stood there looking like that old cartoon with the short person, the tall man, Mutt, Jeff._
_ That Amazon Maureen stood over him with one arm touching Cohen.
Cohen said: Maureen does modern art performances about such unfeeling attitudes towards the homeless.
How can you say something like that right in front of us, Coffin?!
What about the ideals you said that you had when the Coffin we thought we knew used to live with us?!
Coffin merely replied I still have the idealisms I once had of helping poor people as before, but in a different way.
I still believe that the bums have a right to stay on an empty lot that the owner doesn't do anything with while they get back on their feet.
It's just that I now believe that the owner of the lot could help the bums by telling them to get off the lot, get a job.
One has to help one's self, one's family first don't you think?
Mr. Davis finally got up the anger up to state his point; society will not let them have a job!
The Societal Machine will only allow them rags to survive!
Coffin simply replied, is that my problem?
What does that have to do with me?
The clothes I wear now that I am making a more comfortable living probably have just as many atoms as rags.
My clothes are just made of rare atoms that cost!
My wearing finer molecule in generality on my atomic structure doesn't connect my molecular structure to any of those bums so why does one blame: Coffin for their misfortunes: all Coffin is doing is telling the police that those bums are trespassers on my lot.
All I'm doing is moving the molecules in my mouth in such a way that the police can understand the vibrations coming out of Coffin's throat.
All Grey is doing is making vibrating air: Coffin is not to blame for how the Societal Machine is.
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Cohen replied, Coffin you can break down everything you're doing into math, calculus, scientific explanations, it looks like simple logic until nobody could understand it all you want, but nothing can change what you're actually doing, that is you are destroying people's lives!
Coffin, you are causing a number of homeless people to scream out in pain!
Coffin: you are burning people's throats with gas grenades, people's eyes with mace spray, you are too bad a person to care!
Coffin: then said, "Of course, I am a good person because I'm logical; logic means I am right.
Good means the same as right.
I have feelings like anybody.
There are times I almost pity bums but being a man of great character means taking over, becoming the leader".
Cohen then said, if one cannot accept, act upon a simple immutable fact that you cannot hurt another human being, then you are not logical.
It only means that you are not right.
It means that you cannot listen to the facts.
It means that Coffin is too stupid to make an informed decision.
Meredith-4 'RENT INTERLUDE, ALISON BABY
Coffin seemed almost to spit out the words like they were poison; I don't believe that I'm stupid.
I will tell you what I think though.
I think you all are ignorant.
Thomas Collins: being the college student that graduated said, you don't even know what ignorant means in this case because you're the one being ignorant in this case.
Coffin retorted, you all just are not logical enough: you all know what?
You all know what: if you're all going to call me stupid when technically I obviously am not the pack up, leave my wedding.
Get up, do a 180 around: leave my father's back yard if you are going to disagree with me again tonight in my own wedding:
Maureen said, "It's your father-in-law's back yard: Coffin.
If you want to get people dragged off someone's property then maybe the actual owner should have the guts to tell them to get off: Coffin."
Coffin called back as he walked away to the center of the reception to talk to more important people, I'm trying to help people like me when we all lived together in that loft together: I promised that I would follow our dreams, buy that building so that we could have a place to practice modern art.
Write songs, produce films: there's no money in that: I have to compromise to follow my dreams.
I have plans for us still: just you wait see: you'll see: you'll see: she had stood at one of the hors d'oeuvre tables next to the wall of the back of Daddy's house that was white: Allison turned sideways: pretending that she wasn't listening to it!
All: Allison suddenly felt very visible to everybody at the reception: even though Allison knew nobody was.
She felt as though the small group of Coffin's old guy-friends were giving Allison a dirty: long stare but knew that they weren't the kind of people to do that.
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Suddenly: Mark finally said, "What do you guys say: Coffin says we can stay since we're not going to disagree with him again today anyway.
Do we stay: "
Collin's said, I'm stuffed enough now: what do you guys say: I don't even want to think about food for the rest of the night.
I don't want to fill up napkins with food or fill up on food all night when people might be thinking that we're no longer friends of Coffin's, we're just filling up on food because we're poor people.
Cohen said, I'm stuffed for today: I could go home.
Meredith-6 'TERLUDE, ALISON BABY
Mr. Davis said, I'm stuffed for tonight.
I'll go with you.
Maureen said, I'm stuffed.
Let's go.
Everybody here is all-old here anyway.
We don't want to think about food right now, all we can do is living for the moment: so let's leave for right now.
Cohen said, I'm starting to hate when Coffin is around:
(: fuck:): (: that is all shit: ): though: if only he could show one act of empathy: one kind act that shows us that Coffin can sympathize with someone in real pain.
If only there was some way he could show us that Coffin himself can show us that Coffin has a different life now: but that he still emotionally in contact with us as a real friend.
They all eventually began to walk away from the wedding: from Coffin's life.
Allison finally came back to the real world from the world of her memory.
Did Allison come between Coffin's friends, him: why can't people see when people are trying to help them?
Why can't people just be logical,just not feel it when people that live in comfort get angry, throw them off their property for no reason or any reason!
Why can't bums just not allow themselves to get angry or sad when comfortable people get angry at them when people who are financially comfortable just get in an angry mood?!
Daddy said that it would be hard to help people who are poor: but how!?
Could that be: she thought about how Allison didn't believe Daddy when Allison was 17: so how?
Could she force Allison herself to not?!
Believe it now that she was entering the real world: why?
Can't she be that logical now that it's actually happening!?
To Allison: is it true: as!?
Some religion says that bad people create their own Hell: are bad.
Things coming back to Allison: all of the single frames of the life memories of the picture she made.
Of her life through her eyes were fast-forwarding through her memories of the poor persons Allison had hurt in the real world: along with the guilt, the depression, the sadness, the anger until it became the crescendo of an insane symphony.
Was this irony?
It cannot be: Allison is a good person: isn't she: the insane opera symphony is still racing upward: higher-and-higher until Allison only can do one thing: call the number of the one person she could admit Allison feels guilty too: the insane crescendo raises: raises: as Allison's fingers fumble at the button-dials of the fancy: old fashioned: golden telephone!
She quickly brought the receiver over, up to Allison's face.
She quickly dialed across the buttons: the number that would bring Allison the voice of the one person who knew the same guilt, depression, sadness about kicking poor people off of Allison's land.
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This one voice agreed with Allison no matter how wrong they both were in this matter.
This was the voice that would keep asking, talking with Allison about, Why don't poor people realize that we are trying to help them: until they both forgot how wrong they both were in the whole matter.
After the other cell phone rang: she interrupted the word, hello: Allison: immediately called out, Coffin: is it you?!
Coffin finally said to her, Allison baby: you sound sad:
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