Guesthouse, in Babenhausen

The girl in the guesthouse

Is not as lovely as she was, This year has worn against her. She does not serve me so willingly; Yes, she had a child, turned mother And the glitter of youth that she shed

About the bar, as she Brought me my beer, is spread Too thin to be noticed.

She's young, but looks middle aged.

Note: I was in Germany twice, once for 10-months, the second time for 44-months; during the second period, I knew the young lady at the guesthouse, a pretty German, her father owned the place, and her and her older sister helped with it. I had left the area for a year or so, and returned, and started drinking again, at that location, which was a bar on the highway between Babenhausen, and the Military Compound, nearby. But I hardly recognized her the second time. She was with child, and then I saw her before I left again, and that is when I saw the drastic change to her skin, her youthful beauty. I do feel, all this drinking and smoking and bar life takes the most out of a person, and of course it was a hangout for GI's. Her skin was rich and vibrant; she was perhaps 19-years old when I met her, and 22-when I left. I of course back in 1976 was much older than her, I was 29-years old then. #1263 3/3/06

The Devil's Sack

"Devil, O Devil! what have we here is your sack filled with cow-dung

and fear? "Perhaps, pale souls, you stole? from temples, far and near?”

[The Devil says:]

"Why was Christ a loving Son? a mission! a mission, my impudent human, He came

down from heaven (like I)

to save everyone, and die. His Mission, contrary to mine.

"And away I fly, ever-so joyful, around

the globe…the world, doing mine!

"It's what I feel, I was created to do. Of

course we all say that don't we?

"Anyhow, in this sack, lapped across

my back— are little gnats from hell,

prideful they are!

"They take these stones, cobwebs of

bones and sprinkle them

all over kingdomcome… that's my mission~!...son.

#1255 3/1/06