AD Sullivan journal 2013

        I feel sorry for everybody involved in this trickle up game, not just the so called victims (we walk into    these things with our eyes open and are taken advantage of only because we have our own lusts we can’t control), but also our poet, who knows no other way of life, and must abide by the rules of a game she finds herself stuck in – and must do what she needs to do in order to retain any sense of self-worth. This is what she is, and this is what she must do. But even at her worst, her poetry suggests she is hardly the rascal the congressman’s PR person makes her out to be. She plays the hand of cards she gets dealt. She sometimes misreads the deck, such as assuming that her chef friend in New York was competent, when he was anything else but that. She also leaped onto the bandwagon when it came to our former temporary boss, assuming he could do more for her than it turns out he could, his temporary condition making him of little more use than a...

      Our former temporary boss got through surgery okay, his wife told me via email, I resisted the urge to have her call our poet to let her know the good news, since our poet would no doubt be worried as well, though I don’t know exactly what the relationship is, and perhaps such a thing might be better left in the hand of D, our hometown reporter, since he seems as attracted to our poet as our former temporary boss is. I think both of them managed to avoid my fatal flaw, realizing they will never have exclusive rights to our poet and will settle for some fun early on, and then life in the back seat watching someone else drive. But I also suspect those attached to her will go along with whatever she wants, just to keep in good graces, even if they suspect she might be manipulating them. Some questions still remain such as the role James, the political operative, plays in his relationship with us, and the third ticket, and A, who will become the PR person for the third ...

  A mentioned yesterday, there is more going on in regard to her latest poem than just the content. Again, we come to the possibility that our posts are somehow some kind of secret communication, wishful thinking on my part, of course, because I know she really hates me. I suspect I am deluding myself with hopeful thinking that she has maintained this one thin thread of communication between us, though this poem adds increasing evidence to that illusion – since I posted a poem that in some respects foreshadowed the one she posted this week. My poem included a video of me wandering a small beach in Jersey City near Liberty State Park, and was intended as a response to even earlier poem about borrowed lives. The poem goes I find no path among these river stones, so I make my own, turning this way then that, side steps that lead me nowhere, then back, my life made up of clumps like these small eddies filled with seaweed and people I need, but never see again when I move ...

  I'll go into the possible inspiration later for this poem she posted today for now she is once more delving into the concept of a row isolation and the struggle to retain strength during several years of adversity her geography is located next to a river named after Henry Hudson as she draws on an important metaphor for life as she lives it similar to an earlier poem that had her kneeling beside the sea in order to let things go, she can no longer retain in her life the wide Hudson with its never ending ripples sits on her doorstep a safe place she goes to breathe new life into her war worn bones and hot raw nerves she goes to the river side to keep from bursting what she is full to spilling and to avoid leaking out and wasting the essence of survival she cannot afford to lose the last few years she says have been truly deep and rough like the storms that rip across the river at times I'm strong she writes but sometimes I'm tired on the shore she watches the ships...

    When the Hometown democratic chairman called the Congressman’s press officer from the bar to say he was having drinks with our poet, the PR person – who sees our poet as a black widow – freaked out and sent two of her thugs to rescue him. This is the first solid evidence that seems to indicate our poet is working for candidate R. The Democratic chairman is one of the hold outs R needs if he has any hope of winning a seat as mayor. Just who sent her to allegedly seduce the democratic chairman, although it is clear already that she and A are hooked up with Carmelo in the Hometown housing authority, but perhaps more importantly, they also have contact with Joe, the owner of a sex club on Washington Street, who apparently keeps a stable of women available for his clients – not to say that A or our poet serves him in that capacity. Joe has a long and notorious history in Hometown and New York City. He owns several clubs in Hometown, one of which was previously own...

    You only get so many warnings before the roof falls in. Our owner has had his “talk” with me. So has his partner, and so has our former temporary boss.   There is no way of knowing if this has anything to do with our poet or her position in the Hometown election. But I suspect, our former temporary boss still holds my actions from a year ago against me and would like nothing better than to see me exposed and fired (perhaps on the mistaken belief our poet might return if I’m no longer here, and he can get back to the mentor/cub life they had lived prior to my actions after our meeting in the park. He gave me false information he hopes I will pass on to GA, the hometown blogger, and this will serve as the final straw with the owner, who may also be looking to build his case against me (possibly for the same reason as our former temporary boss). Meanwhile, I’m still puzzled over our poet’s yanking down her most provocative poem, and has not posted anything in n...

    since I keep asking about what role she intends to play, and the answer may well be contained in a poem that she posted in early June which I wrote about yet not in the context of political power when I first read it, I believed she spoke about love saga she seems to have been involved in since the beginning of the year in some ways even in a role as a private secretary to the virgin mayor she seems to have dropped out of sight I assume that because her boss has taken up PR for the R campaign in hometown she would move on with him this may not be the case and word on the street is that a who formerly covered hometown for us may be getting a big role in that campaign although it seems as an undercover agent not to steal the strategies the way our poet did in her town but as an active saboteur looking to destroy ours challenger from within and if rumor is right she will get a hefty salary for the privilege since a and our poet are rumored to be bar hopping pals thi...

    Tim, our former Hometown writer from a long time ago, confirmed that he’s been seeking current and former writers from our office to help with R’s campaign for mayor. The problem is this seems so much like what our poet tried to do last summer, using our office as a political weapon, so, I wonder if the same devious mind concocted that plot last summer as the one Tim is proposing today. Tim has become an operative for the Democratic Party whose leadership on the state level would love to see R defeat the current progressive mayor, and he’s coming seems to be part of that effort. I can’t say if our poet is involved in this plot to take over our office; whether she gave the idea to Tim, but even our former temporary boss has spoken to Tim, and it is from this conversation that he hatched the plot to see if I am source to GA, the hometown blogger. But when I asked Tim if he had offered our former temporary boss a job in the R campaign, he said, no, directly contradi...