by Missy Jubilee
‘Good luck Mr Gorsky’ is a story of ventriloquists dummies, Neil Armstrong’s first step on the moon and the joys of oral sex
Dress it up in whatever ritual is appropriate
The truth is, growing up
no one bothered to find out what I thought
No one wanted to hear what I cared about
And no one cared for what I believed in
because men ruled the Hippie world
I had to ignore the nightmare in my head
It was just another ugly refugee
from the Love Generation
All I lived for
were the the moments
that allowed me to get through to the other side
with all my organs intact
It seemed to me
that these voices in my head got louder
just to kill the noise from the outside
Nowhere have I ever heard of Satan
taking the form of an avuncular hippie
No doubt he could
It just seems inefficient
But old hippies always forget
that Gaea can be one heartless bitch
Spend a little time wandering
lost in the woods
and she will attack you
and reduce you to fertilizer
In this hippie world
Gaea’s the predator
and you are the prey
And you won’t be singing kumbayas very long
if you forget that
All this reading
All this writing
All this thinking
The study of history
Psychology
Philosophy
Pop culture
Theology
Cults
But I still make films
like a cross between
a button pushing Bonobo monkey
and a Jack Russell puppy that learned to type
Goodbye Mr Gorsky
Goodbye Charlie McCarthy