One Talking Shoe

CD is One Talking Shoe-Stepping in Moral Values-http://www.pikemag.com Request songs at The Current 651-989-4893 or [email protected] also Radio K 612-626-4770 [email protected] or KFAI ON fRIDAY NIGHTS 7:30 to 9. Get CD's at cdbaby.com/cd/onetalking shoeOne Talking Shoe, (formally Crooked Smile) is musician, singer, song & storywriter Mark A. Garcia and vocalist Patricia McQuarry. A husband, wife duo from N.E. Minneapolis. They've been performing together for over 16 years. Pianos, keyboards, percussion, sax, violins, less guitar, spooky spoken sensual copulating collage faux vocals.Also write & perform plays,skits. Have performed at Fringe of the Frinje @Center for Independent Artists,Strange Attractors vii. Still do Patricks Cabaret yearly. Published Stories at www.whistlingshade.com summer of 2005 &2006 issues look under Mark A. Garcia. Check out www.imarriedanidiot.com for He said-She said stories of right-brained idiocyGet CD Stepping in Moral Values at http:cdbaby.com/cd/onetalkingshoeThe Story of one talking Shoe & the Idiot’s of Eden.The skyscrapers scraped at their heels. Jabbing their aches, polishing their schemes. They hung like a ragged thought left out to dry. Dry as the tongue that denied the difference between what was right and what was now necessary. Choking the goodness the innocence the togetherness. Hank and Fran enter REVOLVING, strangers REVOLVING lovers REVOLVING, like builders who are caged; under a hot mustard sunset in a ghost-filled sky they discard their coats of awareness and wear the universal lie.He came from nowhere to see this town from where the tall trees tower to where the freaks abound. She’s into season she’s got the rocking hair there is no reason not to beware. They’re holding on to the rail at the baked goods sale, they got the chair by the door asking what am I here for? There’s a face in the window it’s a time bomb in the soul of the city.While others walk the street many walk on by, turn away as they dig thru the trash look in the slot ask themselves why, a hunger in your bellies like a hunger in your soul? We all greet the end with nothing left to show!Searching for Willoughby. Mr. Serling long dead but not forgotten. We all grasp for the light on the dark side of heaven. Pull the masters switch. Take the train to nowhere fast.Hank was in a cold sweat petting pulling his own mental mountain. Pulling pulling the masters switch. Thinking of that cool cold heart within formed from a Mothers lack of attention, taking all he can get, his looks a one -way ticket to the key to any heart. That right combination of naivety, neediness and hard distant lust. Takes years of tears to break the lockFrans family snapped one two three at a time. Bore a child of fair hair and spirit. Her lover a keen (psychiatrists) mind drowning in a cold scared heart. She barely treading. Bitterly reaches down deep. Takes years of tears to grasp the key.Hank and Fran meet inside the city REVOLVING and realize they share something in common. Masochist Hearts. ‘I saw him coming like an accident. I started running straight in his path yes I’m hell bent.’ ‘Met her in a bar that is the best place I’ve discovered. Go cruising in a church look for a catholic not recovered.’‘Neath a lovers sky weighed down by the gravity of loss they share an inner silence Create their third: an old soul with a pure heart Hearts once torn now formed together hold tight held tight by an inner light, (always there, buried) that now burns like the sun inside. We’re heading out, no sad goodbyes. Drawing towards (gods) forgiving skies Idiots of Eden, misfits of Babylon greet the rainbow children, see the luminous beings and for those still sucked up in the night share that sun that glows inside.Meanwhile, ageless Frank sits on Market Street eating someone’s dinner from the night before. A voice (the third?) says, “Hey Frank, how’s your brother from the old country a gamblin’ man now, right? Frank just sits and croons “Strangers in the night” and the other one he’s there too, walking walking endless walking, skyscrapers scraping Achilles traveling soul, the warriors heel. He’s got one talking shoe.© Botchie-Rants Mark A. Garcia 2006

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