Drive, Mr. Murdon!

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WHAT TO BRING – ADULT UNIT


Should Bring – (Limit to 2 suitcases as storage space is limited.)

Comfortable clothes and shoes for one week (Laundry facilities are provided)



All shorts, skirts and dresses must hang at fingertip length

No tank tops, spaghetti straps, halter-tops, tube tops, transparent mesh, A-shirts, or see through apparel

No bare midriffs are to be visible at any time

Undergarments must be worn at all times, and not visible to the eye

No torn, ripped or cut off clothing

No spandex

Shoes must be worn at all times

All waistlines of clothing must sit above the hipline

No shirts may be taken off for sunbathing


1. Clothing for recreation or exercise clothes – sweats, sneakers, shorts, t-shirts
2. Some spending money, including quarters – for vending machines and laundry – detergent is not necessary, it is provided.
3. Toiletries – shampoo, soap, toothbrush, shaving articles, hairdryer, etc
4. Alarm clock – No clock radios
5. Medical, Dental, Vision & Prescription Cards
6. Photo ID
7. Prescribed medication – will need to be turned over to medical staff for monitoring. The following medications are not allowed and will be destroyed with or without your permission: tranquilizers, benzodiazepines, barbiturates, opiates, narcotics, stimulants, sleeping medication, hallucinogens, methadone and anabolic steroids. Illegal drugs are destroyed immediately upon being secured by staff.
8. Bring list of all medications, dosages and any allergies to medication
9. Raincoat/umbrella for inclement weather


Can Bring

1. Family pictures, writing materials and stamps, phone card

2. Cigarettes (although, they can be purchased at our community store)

3. Massages are available at a cost of $10 per10 minute session-- one time per week.

4. Haircuts can be arranged, however there is a fee for this service.








Cannot Bring

1. Over the counter medication – No aspirin, vitamins, Rolaids, or alcohol based mouthwash

etc. (Calcium tablets are permitted)

2. Electronic gear – no radios, cell phones, pagers, CD players, walk man, TVs, video games,

or cameras

3. No pillows, comforters, stuffed animals

4. Food or beverages – no snack foods, candy, coffee, tea, or soda

5. Business, School, or Home responsibilities, like paperwork or bills, etc

6. Books, Magazines, or Newspapers Recreational Items – dice, games, athletic gear, craft

items, or musical instruments

7. Weapons of any kind – this includes pocket knives

8. Large sums of money, expensive jewelry, or personal items

9. No Aerosol cans of any type


Need To Be Turned In

· Valuables

· Keys

· All medications

· Manicure scissors, scissors

· All work related items, i.e. paperwork, documentation, laptop PCs, palm pilots, etc.

· All reading material unless 12 step or spiritually related

· Large sums of money, expensive jewelry or personal items





You can receive mail at the following address:

(Your Name)

C/O Caron Foundation

Box 150, Galen Hall Rd

Wernersville, PA 19565

No no, The Guy in the Middle

Some Kind of Monster

Subculicious

Certainly the treads are smearing
My vision, all the smoky tendrils
Of what used to be fingers, looks like,
Serious mustachioed winks and brooms
Of a school house bong song sing
Over a skull shaped hole, the haloed
Sphincter. One muscle, two muscle,
Puppies in the soup: get your organs
Mashed by a superhero spud engine,
Or very nearly called back to duty
For a shot at taking shrapnel. Such
Curious motes of oak-a-ly diesel. Fumes
Cantankerous to dream or a fist.

Sniffed Little Modems

Wire light smells like hamburgers
Pledged to atrocity

Hang wires plod on through
The wet, wet

Hop-arounds mull into pre adolescent
Cartography just to hear
Some bacon sniveling

Orders for grief spun tofu
Malign also for a chance at the big one

Sure you’re on, too. The banging
Smears guitars through your heart bleed
Stretched out to receive

Some cool –
Cool, know? I’m spun.
Some crank keeps hogging the mirror.

I Refuse I

I will not allow it. If I shit the bed, I will shatter the Tester Template first. More Spectacular, More Brilliant, You will not be able to look upon it, it will be that bright.

There are not enough words to tell this story, The are too many voices already telling it. There is no sense in it. There is nothing to do for it but to ride.

In retropsect

All those pictures of Viking funerals suddenly make sense.

proboscis

This Organ’s for Grinding

So slippery hermeneutics ticks a squad,
Makes me miserable and infirm like
Taco juice and squid, like embalming
Fluid used for rafter lubricants. Tuesdays
After the hangings we meet for margaritas
And toast the paradigm to a clean victory.
Streamers investigate their inheritance:
A will makes a body out of thin air, I watched.
Then I invested my money in its godless
Body, which does not die. That didn’t last.
Now I’m yoked to a conquest which is
An experiment in stinging. I’m in a cage
Of mosquitoes to see if I’ll grow a proboscis.

Mastodon (Lifesblood)- We Built This Come Death

Rape Pillage Steal and Destroy. If It can be done
With a guitar, It can be done worse, just get the fuck out of the way.
If there are no hornets buzzing in your craw then it doesn't count.
You think this crumpled metal wreckage is something, well
Here comes the rest of the train. So thusly do we have Metal
And Ah Fuck Do I Need a Drink.

Stringent Harpoon

Depth lurch on a squeam engine.
Node up a tight fixture
With what liquors you want to spit
The statues with. Night haunch
On a bicuspid shows a stomach
How to shitstorm. You gotta lift
Her through the luminescent plankton
Shift. Armies in the tide of night
Make hurry-questions out of what-to-do.
Over the chord around you’re heart
A grease stem made of whale light.
Tap the umbilical vase. Her wadded
Temple leashes the quadruped to
A memory of legs, the flailing.

Chief Brody

Subcutaneous Lethargy

On the toads, I’m finding shelters
Like you never knew. Rotten curve,
The moon in her Bishop’s thong
Carving orders of turkey, art-
Manacled turkey-shaped statuary
For the toadlings a-hatching
Bomb plans like factories of goo
Out by the pond, I swear, you’d think
They had an artillery range a-test.
All that squelching through made
My toes turn yellow. Now I’m afraid
To even move without reprimand
Knowing you’re on the move
With the rest of us, a-gouging.

We are the rough wasted, occasionally colliding against one another.

Figure 13-Adrift

Andrew Wyeth (b.1917)

Fig.12-The Mariana Trench

Forget Heaven,
To be that singular and that far under.
Striding deep & slow. Would you feel the water
Enveloping, cradling your lungs, hair rising awash
Like kelp? The pressure collapsing, would you see, finally
The Squid enveloping the Whale? What kind of human
Would you be after that? Could you ever
Possibly return?

Fig.11-He Hates These Cans

MegaloCities

Tusked city scraper impersonates
The holes, a dark abscess growing
Donuts, the shape of nothing heaved
Upon a ladder. The children muse.
A seam opens beneath you, quickly!
look up the words for draw bridge.
A breeze in Latin forswears. You’re
A doomed engine. Shop for oddities
Shaped to ends. Like a gun and holster
Shaped to arrows. You need them in
Black Lycra. Wounds to raise plankton
To. Also the children will emerge
Back through the holes made of
Architectural envy, madness and ivory.