AUGUST 2006
"Shaping of Wholes"
By Jerry
Vilhotti
When Tommy Tom
Tom was trapped in the deep forest adjacent to the
Endrun River above Northshredder Pond, New York and
watching intently the Elders from The
Society of Followers searching
everywhere for him - including inside the holes of tree
trunks - gave Tom the idea to put his ear close to the
vagina-shaped cavity situated in the middle of a big tree
that
stood tall when the, Founding Fathers, all but
one owners of slaves, and he began to listen to the very
Father; Big Abe hearing words like: "The Great
Firstmaker helps those who help themselves and this was
just before a Prometheus gave the cave dwellers
fire!"
Tom felt like he was being swallowed
up by the deep deep hole but then Christ came out of it
able to create miracles as one his Hasidic friend
Beryl told him how Christ had gone inside their
museum and cut His side opened to place a scared object
inside and then sewed up the deep gash
and nonchalantly walked out with the first book of
Gilgamesh.
Tom showed Christ trees the shape of
temples that became banks making lots and lots of mazuma
by charging the country on borrowed money it could have
made for itself sans interest.!
"Do you see all these things,
Thomas?"
Tom nodded vehemently as he said to
himself: three, six, nine. He said the numbers
twice more keeping things in threes.
"Then take heed that no man
seduce you: for many will come in my name hiding their
real names of Greed, Hate, indifference and
Power; living in secret societies saying they are
Me and they will seduce even many more making
rivers of blood flow for nation shall rise against
nation, and kingdom against kingdom and persons eating
each other and then themselves and there shall be
pestilence, famines and earthquakes in all the holes of
places. Now all these are the beginnings of
sorrows. Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted
since you had polio when you were six months old and
your kid brother Johnny Pump graduated Harlem
College where the Jonas Salk invented the polio vaccine
and you told Johnny that you believed I faked a limp and
went to Italy with my wife and had some nice
kids and you also told him that Judas was a friend
of Mine who helped Me finish off the business I had
to do and Johnny said these things in his third published
story years 
before commercial hacks
used this as if they thought of it first and I give
credit to the Gnostics - a disease the
self-haters could have eradicated all together but
instead the un-gratifying pricks chose to
invent a machine that would produce water so those
feeling dirty could wash away their filth provided they
put a coin into the machine whose weight would push the
lever down to create a pouring of waters - a miracle
minds kept in ignorance would swear came from the hand of
their particular god! And then to add even more
money to their enterprise the Barnum-like clergy told the
people searching for a meaning so as not to go
insane that if the so called holy ones said prayers
for them, for just what they could afford, that heaven
would open its legs wide for them! And why did you allow
Brokenland College to take a picture of you naked?"
Then of a sudden Tom was engulfed by a
thousand arms wearing wide brimmed hats and taken to the
No New Taxes
Relaxorium, also known as Kafka's Tomb, where he
would spend four weeks popping sedatives while trying in
a dazed state to convince all the psychiatrists he really
hadn't heard voices coming out of three eyes
of three trees upon three roots. It was all a
joke he had heard on the radio after he fell out of bed
hurting his head. No he assured them he was not
looking for Christ. He didn't tell them that he
thought Christ was hiding from all the hypocrites using
Him to get theirs.
The hospital released Tom to his
fourth wife's custody. She would often repeat her
mother's words about giving a man everything and her
reward would be two-fold. Completely
free of the grounds Tom said: "Don't you people know
Man cannot live without a permanent trust in something
indestructible in himself and at the same time Jesus and
His trust in it may remain permanently concealed from us
all! And why are we in denial? Why do we fear
fear itself? Are we just a joke - doing intelligent
design? You know we could be pissing out of our noses and
defecating from our mouths!"
"Jesus fucking Christ - shut your fucking mouth or
else we'll sign you in for the rest of my life! You
wanted that guy your friend Scent to be first chef and
not me! That's why you're going bankrupt in that
stupid fucking place on Irving Place! Gift of the
Magi! What a real fucking dumb name for a restaurant you
say was once a apartment that O. Henry lived in!
Everybody
knows he never lived in fucking New York City! So
shut your fucking crazy mouth and start getting
better!" Leny One N, his older brother by eleven
months and borrower of other people's money when
they weren't looking, shouted; believing that one did
that to people going out of their "crazy
fucking minds".
Leny increased his speed to eighty miles an
hour; rendering a twilight kind of light to
encompass Tom's being in the eye
of three wholes. END 7-14-06
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"Upon Old Bones"
By Jerry Vilhotti
"Johnnnnnnnnnny! Last born! Johnnnnnnnnnnny!
Born of old parents! Waaaaaaaana
diiiiiiiiieee!" his eleven year old
brother Tommy Tom Tom crooned from the opposite
sidewalk - way across the big street Fordham Road
that was begun as a path by
American-Indians beginning from the Hudson
River ending at Pelham Bay and then one
day they were attacked by the gun
toting English taliban and became no
more - as Tommy Tom Tom pretended to
be eating something inside the palms of his
hands. How he hated this Johnny
Pump crash landing among them out of the body
of a thirty-nine year old mother replacing him as
the baby of the family while becoming their
father's favorite.
Four year old Johnny tried to
ignore Tommy's screeching voice and looked away
from his hands possibly hiding candies, from the
corner candy store where the syndicate would send a
pretty woman up for the owner making book for them
gleaning moneys from a people who were starving,
among arachnid moving fingers. No way would
he cross the mighty Fordham Road where skeletons
of Indians lay beneath wet cobblestones upon which
Edgar Allan Poe had run while being
chased by his inner screaming demons of mass
destruction.
Johnny would not attempt to beat
roaring trailer trucks and their crunching wheels,
that were as big as cars, attempting to make time by
cutting across The East Bronx and then later
to use the side streets when traffic became too
heavy subtracting from making good time which was money
and so taking the life of a five year old boy who had
been Johnny's friend, though he would forget this
fact, whom he had stayed with for a long time
until the boy's eye's became chunks of ice
which did get Johnny's father and other fathers
in the neighborhood to stop intrusions upon the
innocent and did get the truck drivers to drive over
the bones and footsteps of the past when told they would
be hanging from the top of telephone poles by their
genitals if they continued to make money on the bodies of
their children.
Johnny would not acknowledge
Tommy 
Tom Tom's frantic soundless
waves and crazy Lon Chaney faces that spoke volumes of
terror for him.
"Johnnnnnnnnny!" Tom
shouted as he sniffed into his hand that was against his
chest preventing a falling of nothing. Nothing.
Johnny did not die
that day. END
7-14-06