Harvey Dog’s Carnival (2005-2011)

From November 20th, 2005 to September 16th, 2011, I had a blog called “Harvey Dog’s Carnival”. It was my attempt to regain my creativity after a mental breakdown & medication had stifled it for a few years. Music was the main focus, but not exclusively. I wrapped up the blog when I started my music & writing websites.

I’ll add non-embarrassing posts from the Carnival to the Prose section of the site.

Gulliver’s Tailgater (2018)

The security system at the William Mason Library is on, the lights turned off and we are officially closed. It’s a touch past 9 and getting dark on this hot August night.

“Good night.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Safe drive.”

I check the front door one final time to ensure it’s truly locked.

A Song of Heartache (1980)

I was running through a field
containing icicles in the sun,
the burning hot rays could not melt the ice
so I proceeded to fuck a nun /
she squealed as we tossed and turned on a squeaky bed,
I got up to go, she said: “Give me one more head.” /
But the inspiration was gone
I had nothing left to give,
I said: “I’ll come back next week,” she said: “maybe you’ll come.”
She sighed and turned her Gideon’s Bible to page one.

The Fate of Merryland (early 80’s)

“There’s too much sadness in my kingdom,”
proclaimed the King of Merryland,
“from now on, everybody shall be happy
by the decree of me, King of Merryland.”

All the people laughed and put on a happy face,
oh, it was wonderful, where else but Merryland
would there be a national policy for emotions?

But.

There were dissenters, a group called, “The Right to be Sad,”

Can I Help You? (late 80’s)

The other day there was a knock on my door.

“Hello, can I help you?” I inquired of the little man with big ears and bad breath.

“I really don’t appreciate what you are doing to me?”

After this very curious statement, the man walked away and left me wondering what had caused him to be so upset. I shrugged and went back to the typewriter.

Knock knock.

The River Deep (2008)

packaging my abject
body and mind
I sought counsel
I sought respite
from the dark thoughts
stealing my peace
…my sleep

floating aimlessly
I met
an ancient man
rotting yellow teeth
thousands of lines
carved into his
calloused skin