The Name Ghislaine

I like the name Ghislaine.

I understand Robert Maxwell, Ján Ludvík Hyman Binyamin Hoch, liked the name.

It is the interplay of the sounds, Ghu, and Ju, or Jhu.

Bobby, a warrior born of the crucibles of shit storms, ovens, ashes, dust, time rolling over men, women, and children,

Men, women, and children as inputs, and when you get down to it, Spam.

Spam, eating spam, reaching out, eating spam, holding spam!

Ján Ludvík Hyman Binyamin Hoch named his yacht, Ghislaine.

That yacht, purple of sea green, slight of might, and “me” green greed sleaze, creepy spiro gyra, on many an ocean, a landlocked lover of open vistas, of clear sight, of scientific press, bench press, ham on the bench, pork in the press, city slickers, where you got that raincoat, that mid mud raker train coat, that torrential must muscle up of a granger, free rager, free rangeran, and Ghislaine, slathering herself with spam, the ointment of pork back, goes back, into do right.