Wicked Middletown

By Clay J. Wilson

These poems and short stories you are about to engage in, are inspired and based on true events. Experiences and inner thoughts are dazzled with a sprinkling of the esoteric occult and fiction. When you read these poems and short stories, try to find yourself in one or many of them.
Try to find me…
I'll be seeing you…

C.J.W.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Sep 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781667862576

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Sketches and illustration by Clay Wilson

ISBN: 978-1-66-786257-6

*Wicked Middletown

To learn more about this portion of the story, listen to the music CD named: Lookout Yogi Smokey got you by The Original Blue Murphy. This CD talks about the 2016 State Trooper encounter, which lead to the recording of that music CD and stopped the release of this book.

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https://music.apple.com/us/artist/the-original-blue-murphy/864319619

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Special thanks to my mother, without her guidance I would not have been able to survive in this world.

Special Thanks to my sister A.G.T. for teaching me how to copyright music at the age of 11 and thank you for your help through my rough and dark moment in my life in 2022.

Special Thanks to my sister M.W. for believing in me and writing songs, singing and performing in The Original Blue Murphy.

To all my SISTERS,

BROTHERS,

NIECES and NEPHEWS,

I LOVE YOU

Table of Contents

Birth Father

Wicked Middletown

Green Magic

I’ll be Seeing You Miss Fantacone

The Rain Promises Balance

Green Trees on the Sunnyside of the Road

Dry Rain from a Hollow cave

Cynical Paradox

Amanda

Eletronic Master Seer

THE LOOPHOLE

The Iron Foot

Ward 29

The Bureau of Selflessness

Dilapidated Matters

The Shores of the Hudson Valley River

The House without a Front Door

The Key

I remember the day you knocked on my door

Drive-Thru StaLkeR

SECRET CALLER 1990

FLAMMABLE

Dancing in the shadows

BEAUTEOUS

Arrow – 23

I Don't Need Any Help

Keys that Smell like Feet

Twenty-three moments

NORMAN FRENCH

TIME 123456789 10 11 12 123456

NON – U (NON-YOO)

You Can’t Win

-SECRET CODE #5 –

CLAYTON & MISS MITCHELL 17 33

Longing

-1993-

Silence

They All Surround Around the Fat Girl

Control Panel

A Minute in a day

Three Days in One

In Black

25 and Nobody

NO | ONE

Contract Man

Face

Flash

I’m Only Ten

Question the Day

MEDITATION

Now

Being Cool

Counterfeit Life

MASQUERADE

SHOW

Peace with GOD

The Ruler

Pillars of creation Eagle Nebula (M16)

COLOR

Laugh at me (go ahead it won’t hurt me)

HYDRO BLUE PINSTRIPE SUIT

The Onyx Road

Do you remember when…?

Milk Chocolate Issues

Chocolate covered Issues

DEPTH

OLD FORDHAM ROAD

KINGQUEEN

Reasons

Exit my Life

Phone Tag

Lost Requirement

OVERCAST

STOWAWAY

STORM DOOR

People -vs. - Cars

Suburbanite

Syntax

Stressed Out

The Circus

Night Writing

THE CLOSING

THE OPENING

Birth Father

Hi, my name is Clay J. Wilson. I think of myself as a nice, fairly rocking, and radical dude that likes to relax and be cool every day. Some days it rains in my head and suddenly my mind becomes clear and life makes so much sense (at the moment). I’ll begin by tell you about when I started using my middle name which is ––. I was sixteen years old, young, lonely and stupid. I never knew my father. He was never around from what I remember. I gave myself the name –– which is my father’s first name so I can feel like I really had a loving father in my life and others would think so as well. As a teenager, I did everything a young, lonely and stupid sixteen year old would do. Being a teenager with a secret complex raging in my heart perplexing thoughts raging through my mind, –– is the name of my birth father and the middle name I use. I know birth father sounds pretty harsh. In my defense again, my father was not around when I was growing up and he is not around today as I write this.

When I was eighteen years old, long and behold my birth father comes back into my life wanting a relationship. I felt like Dr. Evil’s son in that movie (you know)… I told my birth father about my secret complex life. Birth father didn’t like what he was hearing and hit the road again his name should have been Jack. I shed little tears for I did not know him anyway. Years past and I become successful as the sky clouds move forward, my birth