The Get Over Kings

The Get Over Kings

They think they are smart

They so desperately want to be forever clever

They play games with friendship but, often get found out and fouled out by their own surreptitious rules and, that’s with each and every endeavor

They consistently put in the absolute least amount of effort but, hope and expect the greatest amount of gain in return

They look for money dancing in the streets but, fail to hear the song singing, “Earn it or Burn”

They have unparalleled skill at inventing, contriving and just outright making up excuses[1]

They will break their necks in order not to say anything positive about someone for fear it might boost someone’s self-esteem, something they are low in or, just don’t have.  They will, with great consternation dispute this

They are expert squanderers of time.  If you make any good use of yours they will label you “weird” and, glare at you with an odd angry stare

They will concentrate and calculate every cent that they think that you’ve got.  Never will they ask how you came into making a lot.  They don’t care

They are demons of jealousy.  They will offer to party with you just before an audition

They promote failure?  This goes without saying.  It’s a family tradition

They think they are smart

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer 

Copyright?  When set A’Grift May 2010

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[1] “Excuses are the tools of the incompetent.  Those who specialize in them seldom excel at anything else.” Omega Psi Phi fraternity saying

Curious George

Curious George

Got this new neighbor across the street.  He's meandered over a couple of times and seems to be a kind elderly fellow.  There's one little problem though.  He seems to be fixated on my son.  For real!  Now when he routinely comes over his efforts are singularly focused on what my son is doing.  He's never asked any questions as to the happenings going on with me.  Do I feel slighted?  Of course not but the secret about this Curious George[1] needs to be uncovered.

I guess what sticks out is the fact that Curious George seems to want to know all about my son's college interests.  Most folks in this trailer court don't really care to talk about college, particularly when it's something they chose to outright ignore if not bypass.  As a matter of fact Curious George has mentioned that he has some 5 adult kids.  There's not been a single mention of any of them  pursuing higher education.

Curious George and his wife, who's a nurse, can often be seen doing lawn work, putting in new plants and working on windows.  It's obvious that they are bored and it's also obvious that Curious George has little to do with computers.  So how is it that he always seems to have a thousand questions for my son about computers?  When my son went to tell him the fall courses he had enrolled in you could see Curious George's eyes glaze over from a lack of understanding yet there he was acting as if he were about to start another renaissance!

Though friendly I get the sense that Curious George has very little dealings with black people.  It's also rather obvious that his stereotype of me is that I don't have any college degrees, hence he never queries about my academic pursuits.  He definitely hasn't asked about my writing or music and it is definitely obvious that he will not ever ask me about such pursuits, not when Curious George has to be fixated on what my son is doing.  I can only assume that Curious George might have a laptop around his house because his wife is perhaps a nurse.

Protocol dictates to remain respectful to our elders and so I will remain respectful to good old Curious George.  However, next time he goes to make all of these academic inquiries about my son, I'm going to politely bust him out.  I'm going to ask him why his focus is on my son.  I'm also going to ask him why the interest in such a younger person when it would be more appropriate for him to deal with someone closer to his age group like me.  In all honesty he's never asked anything about me and that includes asking what my name is.  If I were to ask Curious George if he were Cylon and if he were really alive he'd probably grab his chest and faint.  Good.  His nonspeaking wife's a nurse.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When some neighbors should remain strangers.

September 2^nd, 2017

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[1] Eons ago when my son was but I likeI called him "Curious George" so as to pick on him to see what he would do.  He let it be known that he was not "Curious George" and that he was not to be messed with this way and I respectfully never did it again!  Neither of us imagined that eons later we would meet "Curious George".  He's for real.

The Dentist

The Dentist

Even with my gums numb I could fill the drill go in for the kill all thanks to a plaque attack.  I've been taken hostage by tartar with no way to barter and the dentist has a hold on me where I will never be free so it is useless to cop a plea.

I wish to sob because my whole mouth throbs.  I wish to weep in my sleep only to awake because I ache and I don't know how much more of this I can take.  This is the cost of not being willing to floss.  Agony is the boss.

She says my teeth need to be clean in order to maintain good dental hygiene.  I think it's because she enjoys being mean.  I think it's what she does just because torture is her thing with which to make you feel the sting while secretly in her head she joyfully sings.

It's a play where she asks if you're okay while knowing you can scarcely squeak to speak or to even give an odd nod.  All you can think is to pray to god.  How is there tooth decay when the x-ray came out okay?  Why is it that the grim reaper visits and why so many tools to make me drool?

I think she takes me for a fool.  I think it's all about her being cruel.  I think to be meant to be a derelict experiment to test how much strain under which I can endure pain.  She wants to see if I'll cry before I die and that's why she keeps staring me in the eye.  I think she's rinsing my mouth out with lye.

I feel haggard from all of the daggers that do not swerve in stabbing every nerve.  If there were only anesthesia to give me amnesia so that I could forget this murder that's gone south deep in my mouth.  I dare to venture to replace my teeth with dentures.  Perhaps then I could smile for awhile in providing to my torturer disappointment in the next appointment.

It cannot be amended what is intended by this dentist.  She wants me dead.  She wants my gums to have bled.  She wants me to feel the drill to where I become ill  from having blood no more because it's all on the floor.  Every three months this she does just because I've been selected to be resurrected to be nailed to be impaled without the liberty of being able to yell.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When the dentist brings a new meaning to oral cleaning.

June 21^st, 2014

Hello Andréa

November 18^th, 2010

Hello Andréa: Eye saw you at the bullfight last night.  The look in your eyes was one of sanguine surprise.  Though it’s been awhile since we kissed and reminisced eye see that you still cheerfully smile How could you leave when there were only sweet soft kisses and warm breezes to please us?  The questions rage so loudly in my head that they could wake the deaf and the dead!  Do you still dare to care or have the bountiful dreams of yesterday been completely swept away Eye saw the majestic matador that you adore forever more, throw you a dozen long stem red roses as the crowd deliriously lauded and applauded.  If jealousy is an enemy then at that very moment he chose to be my dear friend until the very end.  If seems that our hearts have grown and been blown apart and mine, like a flower shrivels shivers and withers in the dark Wasn’t it neat how we always use to meet greet and eat on Market Street?  My memory is like a dusty road with no real place to go.  How can you stand the strain and pain of the stinging rain or has your new pearl of a world grown clouds that powder puff the sky with sunny weather that will last forever Eye saw you frantically gasp and then with disbelief and relief leisurely laugh as your soulful suitor yelled at the old bold bull who had knocked him down to the ground with a thudding sound.  If you could see my soul you would know it had been stampeded and trampled into a cold hole where it will grow old with mold.  Maybe it is for the best that we end this love quest but my spirit is in protest and will not allow me to rest Could it be that you and eye are an anomaly that was meant to be together forever?  Eye don’t know what eye don’t know and can it be clearly and sincerely explained to me why it hurts the more eye search?  What can eye do to be with you Eye saw you at the bullfight last night.  The mighty matador that you lovingly adore could not police the beast that you have unleashed within me nor can eye, so eye choose to die rather than say,… Good Bye, Andrew:  Your One and Only Toy of Joy

Thought Process Version 1.0, Process 365

    So there I was crying.  There were tears all up in my eyes!  For what was diagnosed as a peptic ulcer the sucralfate prescribed was not working.  And figuratively there was dad hovering over my right shoulder while saying, "Are you really going to fag out and call the ambulance over something as simple as this?"   I held out for as long as I could.  The ambulance came.  I was so tore up that they had to help me up from the steps and walk me to the ambulance.  Damn near needed a gurney!   I was treated right away at the hospital.  Whatever they gave me for pain worked right away.  My son picked me up.  He watched some Stargate Universe while I recuperated in bed.  The pain medication started wearing off!  The stomach agony was slowly returning, right along with the unbearable ghost I had just endured.  I called the Veterans Administration hospital clinic here at Great Falls.  They asked about pantoprazole.  I had it but wasn't taking it because I had been using the sucralfate.  When I took the pantoprazole things got back to improving right away, thank God!  Later I came to find out that my stomach problems may have been caused by my hyperthyroid condition.  So I'm getting treated for that as well.  If you could make someone's stomach hurt like that you could get any information you wanted out of them and even make them do unimaginable shit.  So I kept the emergency room bracelet as a memento.  I'm glad I called the ambulance so fuck you, the ghost of dad[29]! 

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[29] Dad doesn't believe in going to the hospital unless you're dead or something worse.

Orrin K. Loftin

Copyright?  When it is what it is.

30 Oct 2017

What a Summer!

What a Summer!

What a summer we had!  It started out being hijacked.  Had to spend  big bucks on a washer-dryer so thoughts of dancing in the  streets of Vegas quickly vanished.  We could scarcely think of alternatives so party we did.  We began a trek of constant partying that would rival even what the Klingons might think of in their wildest stupors!

At a minimum we provided ourselves with some stress relief.  Then came the communications problem.  Thanks to the divorce the son and I were still getting to know each other.  We learned that we really didn't have an understanding of each other!  Arguments were strenuous to where often both of us would leave in a sweat.  The big conflict came out of interpretation where one took things more literally than the other.

Then the bug sprung a leak in its gas lines.  Then the son looked to be washing every day.  So in addition to a loss of money due to needy repairs there looked to be an invasion of privacy.  I was used to more room.  The son wanted to get to know us and so there again was another World War III.  We got to the point that we cut way down on texting and went with voice communications.  It was my son's idea.  My son's genius actually worked.  Not just because of a change in how we communicated but because our hearts were in the right place in terms of truly wanting to understand each other.

While grooving on some Batttlestar Galactica my stomach began to attack me again.  It hurt real bad but after laying down a bit the anguish went away.  A little later that summer the stomach attack came back.  I wound up having to call the ambulance!  The old medication I had taken mysteriously stopped working.  Fortunately they had already prescribed me another which works even better!

Did I mention the exposed tooth root which caused an emergency visit to the dentist?  Did I mention the son's coolant leak which gave cause for argument.  It even had to be taken back to replace the replacement water pump.  The beats kept going but discussions about time travel, spinners and magnetism and relationships filled the gamut.  In the end it turned out to be a very worrisome, expensive and fulfilling summer.  My son and I worked things out!  He's back at school now finishing up his last year at MSU Bozeman as a computer science major.  I'm still working on the 2 poetry books I started this summer.  Nothing will ever stop us.  We love each other!

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When understanding between son and father is more important than anything else.

August 28^th, 2017

Miss Winter

Miss Winter

I'm not bumming because she's coming.  Into her arms I come a running.  She has a breeze that sets me at ease.  She has a presence that moves beyond a tease.  She brings me to my knees because she's here to please.

She's pleasant to greet as she defeats the heat, making for a soothing arrival of a fall to recall.  There's no debating and there's no more waiting.  She is here to endear to wrap up the year.   There's no more sweat to make me soaking wet.  She provides for the fresh cool morning dew that tantalizes you.

Already the leaves grow to be crisp as the winds whistle in a wisp through the trees that sway in a hypnotic way.  She makes miraculous the beginning of each day where stark clear is the dye of the sky.  The flight of the geese seems never to cease and the sun presents an orange glow as it rises like bread dough.

Upon my eyes she provides a feast to where I want more.  She is the reason and she is the season that I wish to explore.  I do not despair as I can feel this exhilarating change in the air.  It's exciting to know that she brings on the snow and so I begin to sneak a peek at each mountain peak.  Her artwork will be celebrated when they are decorated!  Elating will be the ice skating.  My spirit will be awake when I visit the frozen lake.  Such a sculpture I aspire to admire.  I never thought that the cold could light my fire.

My spirit is filled with splendor as we enter winter.  Starlit nights are forever bright, making for such a dazzling sight.  With her you can't chase away a holiday.  It's like she stays, the music plays and long live the days of musing her metamorphosis from green to brown to white powder on the ground.  I love having her around.  It's like she's wearing a wedding gown.  She's able to wipe away any frown.  To her I wed without a thought in my head to dread.  The only vow is to see how she walks down the aisle with a smile that stretches for miles.

I'm not bumming because she's coming.  I really do bid the summer a warm adieu and in seeing her my heart is not blue.  I do not think the change to be strange.  She provides for a new point of view, starting with the crisp morning dew and so at her I dare to stare in being happy that she is there and so I happily breathe in the calm cool air only to recall this illustrious fall as we enter the splendor of winter.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When it's in the wind that she's walked right on in.

September 1^st, 2014

WDAV

                                                                                   

                                                   Tuesday, November 19^th, 2013

WDAV

Davidson College

 Box 8990

423 N. Main Street

Davidson, N.C. 28035-8990

Dear WDAV:

I am an alumnus who has just released his second album titled "Poised for Noise".  I hope that you find this CD worthy enough to play on your radio station.

Also enclosed is my first album titled "Fire Heart" along with posters representing each album. 

If you choose to play any of my music know that I will be delighted and only ask that you please let me know.  My email is oloftin@earthlink.net.

Pleasant Regards,

Orrin K. Loftin

Links:

https://www.tatepublishing.com/bookstore/search.php?search=orrin+loftin

http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/OrrinKLoftin

http://youtu.be/HGymrstT_Ts

http://www.youtube.com/user/oloftin

Thought Process Version 2.0, Process 4

When taking a philosophy class at Davidson College by an interesting professor who always wore the same green suit, I was fascinated by existentialism and Albert Camus.  Okay, but if you have no reason to live then what about dying.  It's not automatic that there is a reason for dying.  Therefore, having no purpose to live does not automatically provide justification for suicide.  Now live with that shit!  And if you're going to commit suicide with absolutely no reason for doing so then I want to see it.  And that is on every fucking thing!

Orrin K. Loftin

Copyright?  When it is said, "Let it be read".

October 29th, 2017

Cloudcroft

Cloudcroft

My thoughts are aloft when I think of Cloudcroft.  It is a place I find adoring that sends my spirits soaring.  It is where there is a crispness in the air that in a breeze is there to please and is where my mind likes to spend its time.  So this is where I wish to go because my heart swells to yell to tell me so!  It is like I was there only moments ago.

Its mountain peaks I wish to seek as I recall each fall as I entered winter only to sing of spring and a summer never to be put asunder.  It is a place of pleasant wonders as I think back to old railroad tracks, tall pine trees that stand guard over a village never to be pillaged and winding trails that I wandered upon with no concern to return.  It will always make for my unique retreat where I used to stay to play every day I could get away.

I strain to think of a plane or a train on which to return to such a beautiful place that greeted me with such a beautiful face.  If you saw her you would be in awe of her.  With but a touch you will come to know as much as through a shroud of clouds she uncovers the glow of a rainbow.  I stand to hold her hand whenever I can in what seems to be a dream that is as real as it feels.  Such is the kiss I reminisce about a girl who smelled like Christmas.

She is where there is a crack in the sky so that you may see the seventh heaven.  She whispers in the wind a melody whose words cannot be heard yet without being near it you can hear it.  She possesses an undying spirit.  Such a heart is infernal to remain eternal and when felt you will melt.  She is why I will not stop until I reach the mountaintop and even if it is snowing I will keep on going in the knowing that she is glowing like a star that can be seen from afar.  She is wherever you are as she is wherever I am so I go to her like a lamb only to bay only to obey only to return to her one day.

My thoughts are aloft when I think of Cloudcroft.  I've come to understand that I never wish to land unless by some chance there is an avalanche to where I am covered by her snow as to where she will never let me go.  Forever she will be my rainbow and the peaks that I seek as I yearn to return.  This is what I know because my heart swells to yell to tell me so!  It was like I was there only moments ago.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When if ever you go there you will strain to remain and yearn to return.

February 27^th, 2014

Talcum Powder: Crafted

Such as that of the earth comes of mud to be fashioned from clay.  As tossed in the air comes forth wings that mightily spread.  The chiseled beak cuts through the clouds making the glide both piercing and majestic.

Of a wooden tree steps out a proud brown bear.  It's shining claws provide for an attraction while giving traction as well as a weapon for the hunter.  Steely eyes have been morphed from marble.  To stare into them is to see pools of thought that are hard to understand unless you live its life as a pupil where the iris opens wide the door.

From the gurgling stream springs the rainbow trout.  It's colors are taken from the water's prism.  Its vibrance comes from the energy of the sun.  It's dance dives back into the water's deep.  Of such life does it strike the heart and so we have the rhythm of a beat that is infinite.

From tall grass that looks to be braided arises the shy deer.  It is at home here.  Tranquil is its disposition whose juxtaposition makes for a sudden dash that's both powerful and elegant.  Its display makes for a ballet orchestrated by a spinning wheel and so it has been woven with skill. It's tendril threads glisten.  It's horns protrude into the interlude.

The wolf arises from the left rib of the moon.  It's to its mother that it howls in celebration of a day gone to night.  It travels amongst the gravel as if it has mysteries to unravel.  Its design is that of a pack and so it patrols in numbers with an unknown destination.  Its soul has gone rogue and therefore it wonders.

The mighty buffalo comes from the girth of this earth.  It is the depiction of muscle and strength.  It tramples the biting cold and consumes the warmth of spring.  The plains are its stage and so it never acts out of character.  Of this sacred things Talcum Powder has been crafted.  His soul is a part of the illustrious under taking of creation and so it is around the campfire that he dances in celebration.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When of this clay has arisen the cycle of life.

February 8^th, 2017