like that geyser
with a finger in the pool, I tell you that
that the system described herein collects vapor
from the surface of a Body of Water
into a solar heated duct, which
is carried for a considerable distance
usually thousands of feet up a hillside
to a reservoir elevated well above the water source
PAPA KELLY SAID in his patent letter
IGNORING DEPRESSION CRASH
AND FAMILY land foreclosures
in r e v e r s e
described their exploitation
he drove over Yosemite in a dirigible when there were still bears on a long, long line of verse
another
u n i v e r s e
of parallel reality they all went extinct decades before
where these lines come together
right now over me
s o l i d p o i n t of reference
z i s e z i s
size is is size
S I Z E I S T H I S
size is this
wherewithal to record and state. Enter and sign in please
I used to watch and listen with my grandmother Nonnie in
her little North Park television box. She knew him. My
stepfather the inventor. She and my grandfather Charles
told my mother not to marry him. They were both wrong,
of course. Off course. I still dream about her house
but sometimes she is not there only me and the neighbors
worry. It is confusing to dream of dead relatives because
one always thinks WAIT A MINUTE you were dead when I went
to sleep, YES ? How wonderful to see you again... but....
My father, and my grandmother, have been notable exceptions.
Perhaps once a month I dream of my first father William for
good and for evil that blessed power of character daddy dad
father who knew the secrets of the world and loved and drank
and smoked himself sick. Just another artist in the family,
this one with his hands and his machines working forty years
on ships and planes and rockets and cars and boats my first
father was a rocket engineer and my second demimad inventor
well the first would have been THE PERFECT engineer to BUILD
the second evaporation eductor device for the power of the
SUN to make fresh drinking water and electricity for tens
and hundreds of thousands of homes and businesses. In a
parallel universe on Earth it is already done already
built upon the harsh, wild cliffs of la Rumorosa
yes you know it could be true
it is in deed
deep
d o n e
Using the harsh, wild cliffs of la Rumorosa
above laguna salada, to evaporate the salt water
into fresh vapor up onto the mountains' edge then let
it flow down those long river creeks and canyons toward thirsty
Tijuana, fifty miles west by northwest at the mouth of the great south sea yes....
THIS IS THE ALTERNATIVE HISTORY
not apo strophe remember
THIS I S T H E A L T E R N A T I V E
hIStorY
FAUST 1.0
For several years back then I had suffered from a gradually deteriorating ankle that would suddenly collapse and sprain itself. This was the same one I jumped off the edge of the old road (el camino real) twenty years before. That, and the arm I broke seventy-five years earlier, were my only physical complaints. (I won't mention smoking or obesity non-fiction).
So, it was with some hesitation (I really felt rather healthy for my age) that I accepted an invitation 38 years ago from Doctor Espinadie (name has been changed after invention) to visit his rejuvenation clinic in the hills outside Ensenada, south of Tijuana, Baja California. In return for a percentage of my life's work - including partial copyright defined under fine print I took seven years to read - he agreed to rejuvenate me for a period not to exceed 200 years (the maximum permitted by interstellar law) from the date in 1967 when I received my first treatment. The third one isn't due for another forty years. Unless something goes. Knock on wood cross my fingers so far the second one looks allright, but I am losing my old friends now. I mean the new ones I made after my first treatment.
What? No. No. You'll have to forgive me, I must go. Sorry. Yes. Goodbye.