The art of Kevin Blythe Sampson

THE ART OF
KEVIN BLYTHE SAMPSON

2/12/10

Kevin speaks: My daughter is getting married pass the tums….

kevins demons small

My daughter says: she is a nice woman, older, brown hair and wears a shawl

I: scream into the phone

Elizabeth come and take me

Take me Jesus, take me take me

My daughter is getting married by Wicca

A damn witch is going to marry my daughter

Daughter says: dad when is the last time t you went to church

Don’t you say that half of the ministers are full of it? Don’t you have strange things

Hanging on your ceiling………..we had a Christmas tree for 15 years that was made of the wire insides of a mattress, that we put bones and Christmas lights on for God sake.Dont you carry Jesus around with you why do you need a church or a minister.

But I am not longer listening………thinking

Of the movie Stigmata"

The witches of eastwich

Warlock

But I can’t stop now

She has gotten me started

Lions and tigers and bear oh my

So I say:

I believe in marry vows

And then some thing comes out of my mouth that my father said to me

When I was 16 and I told him that I didn’t believe in the church

He says as you get older you will get closer to God,

As you get older you will learn that you have to believe in some thing higher than yourself

Where is this coming from?

Dad Not now

Yup, it was out of my mouth before I could stop it

Then I told my daughter

That I was going to take a few aspirins because I could

Feel some Fred Sanford coming on

And quick

My daughter has learned not to pay too much attention to me

I told my daughter that I was going to call Gran ruby, then her mother up in heaven,

And my sister Donna

Ok dad take a nap I love you

My mind went blank for a moment

Then an image of one of my favorite movies

“Independence day”

Popped into my head

The scene where Jeff Goldblum Tells Harvey Fierstein

That all is lost, get out of town

Harvey then clutches his chest ……….bugs out his eyes

And mutters in that gravelly voice of his

“I’ve got to call my mother; I got to call my lawyer,

Oh forget my lawyer

Anyway

I got my sister Donna on the phone..

I yelled

Donna …………..Lauren is getting married by a witch

Donna daughter is rebelling against some thing, help

My sister laughed and laughed and

Then Said

You ought to be ashamed

She said aren’t you the rebel in our family

Who are you to talk

And don’t you make crosses from bones

And don’t you have three altars in your house

“What you talking about Willis

Ok the bubble was broken

I was shamed, defeated

My ploy had failed

Beaten again by a woman or woman

I crawled back into my studio

And put my father back inside my head for now

I called my daughter

And said that I was sorry for staging another heart attack

Her plans were fine with me and she was right to get married as she closed

I told her that yes I do believe

In spirits, and magic and angels

Ok I give up

Love you

I was quiet for about one minute

Then I ran to the altar in my bedroom got my bible

Put on some old school soul music

And prayed

Jesus Jesus, Jesus

Clutching my heart and singing

I’m ready Elizabeth come and get me

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