‘THE AYATOLLAH GRANOLA OF FLEETWOOD AND REDSTONE,’ from British Intelligence, by David Jure, published in ‘Visions and Revisions,’ 2008; JURE READS @ PAT JAMIESON’S ‘INVISIBLE CHARACTER’ LAUNCH, O’BEAN’S CAFE, FORT + OAK BAY, TH. DEC. 4, 6:30 PM

The following is an excerpt from ‘The Fifteenth Rewrite of the Rock Musical Entitled ‘British Intelligence?’ by David Jure, nom de plume of John David Burke, Concerned Citizens’ Coalition co-founder, and former CCC Councillor Candidate, from his self-published compendium of plays, poems and letters to and from famous people, ‘Visions and Revisions,’ from which he will no doubt read and which will be available for sale at the Patrick Jamieson book launch and reading for INVISIBLE CHARACTER this Thursday, Dec. 4 at O’Bean’s Cafe, Oak Bay Avenue and Fort Street.

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The Mysterious Case of the Missing Golden Boy by Dirk Birk (David Burke),

illustrated with surrealistic collage by ‘Goyo de la Rosa’ (Gregory Hartnell)

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Visions and Revisions

Love:  I don’t sing.

Cleo:  You do now.  Sing about your days as a dope dealer, or I’ll shoot you.

Hush over crowd.

Love: At the start of nineteen sixty, I was young and all alone,

the Ayatollah Granola of Fleetwood and Redstone…

Living on bread and hope and margarine in a hippy house for ten,

then I went to  jail for dealing as an average citizen…

in ‘61 I hitched across the Rockies through the blizzards of December

in sixty-three I went to sea with a ton of dry white cargo,

took my squeeze down to Belize and bad goodbye reality’s embargo.

In sixty-four I opened a door by dropping LSD,

and then went on a bit of a manic spending spree;

In sixty-five I stayed alive by running junk to the Capetown poor,

while my brother was a stockbroker I was the one who really knew the score;

In sixty-six I revived old tricks and taught James Bond some things he never knew,

In sixty-seven I was in dealer’s heaven with a franchise down in Kew;

In sixty-eight I sent my proteges to your favourite local school, and

just like me they all excelled at hanging out and looking cool.

My gang had grown to an army of darkness and design and they were 

marching to your rendezvous by the end of sixty-nine.

But I didn’t make nineteen seventy spread-eagled on the floor,

with a decade of dangerous dealing and the Bobbies at my door…

Cleo: You’re not bad.

Love:  I sang in the glee club in College.  Now give the bloody gun back.

Cleo:  Not on your nelly.

Love: Oh, come on.  I haven’t got all night.

Swanley: We do.  We thought we’d have a nice chat about world hunger and the homeless.

Love:  Dandy.  Caesar, get me another drink.

Caesar: Yes, boss (pause).

Love:  How do you keep all this afloat?

Swanley:  It’s on gimbals.

Love:  Drugs, prostitution?

Swanley:  Art.  We’re both great painters.  

Love: I could have been a painter.

Swanley:  But you weren’t.  You were a KGB agent.

Love: Briefly, among other things.

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To contact David Burke, please phone 250 220 23 54 or write: davidjure@shaw.ca.

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Back cover design for ‘VISIONS AND REVISIONS’ by David Jure

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