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Tarantula was the first and only book that Bob put out. He wrote it in 1966, and it was released in 1971. It is a collection of random writings, which some call poems and some call just ramblings, and some just don't know what to call it. However, if there was one thing that everyone could agree on, it was weird. Now I don't mean bad weird, not at all. It was a very good weird. I read this and enjoyed it immensly. In fact, I read it much more often than just once .... I lost count. :)
Tarantula was originally released in 1971, but in 1994 another publication came out.
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the chief of police holding a bazooka with his name engraved on it. coming in drunk & putting the barrel into the face of the lawyer's pig. once a wife beater, he became a professional boxer & received a club foot/ he would literally like to become an executioner. what he doesn't know is that the lawyer's pig has made friends with the senatorthe truck driver coming in with a carpet sweeper under his eyes/ everybody says "hi joe" & he says "joe the fellow that owns this place. i'm just a scientist. I ain't got no name" the truck driver hates anybody that carries a tennis racket/ he drinks all the senator's coffee & proceeds to put him in a headlock
what a drag it gets to be. writing for this chosen few. writing for anyone cept you. you, daisy mae, who are not even of the masses .... funny thing, tho, is that you're not even dead yet .... i will nail my words to this paper, an fly them on to you. an forget about them .... thank you for the time. you're kind love an kisses your double Silly Eyes (in airplane trouble)
sorry to say, but i'm going to have to return your ring. it's nothing personal, except that i cant do a thing with my finger & it's already beginning to smell like an eyeball! you know, like i like to look weird, but nevertheless, when i play my banjo on stage, i have to wear a glove. needless to say, it has started to affect my playing. please believe me. it has nothing whatsoever to do with my love for you .... in fact, sending you the ring back should make my love for you grow all the more profound .... say hi to your doctor love, Toby Celery
look. i don't care what your daddy says. j. edgar hoover is just not that good a guy. like he must have information on every person inside the white house that if the public knew about, could destroy these people/ if any of the knowledge that he's got ever got out, are you kidding, the whole country would probably quit their jobs and revolt. he aint never gonna lose his job. he will resign with honor. you just wait & see .... cant you figure out all this commie business for yourself? you know, like how long can car thieves terrify the nation? gotta go. there's a fire engine chasing me. see you when i get my degree. i'm going crazy without you. cant see enough movies your crippled lover, benjamin turle
the original under take, Jane, with bangs, & her hysterics I bodyguard, Coo, who comes from Jersey & always carries his lunch/ they screech around the corner & tie the old Buick into a lamppost/ along came three bachelors sprinkling the sidewalk with fish/ they spot the mess. first bachelor, Constantine, he winks at the second bachelor, Luther, who immediately takes off his shoes & hangs them around his neck. George Custer IV, third bachelor, weary from trying to chew up a stork, takes out his harmonica & hands it to the first bachelor, Constantine, who after twisting it into form of a fork, reaches into shoulder holster of the bodyguard, removes a sickle, & replaces it with this out of shape musical instrument .... Luther begins to whistle "Comin thru the Rye" George IV gives out with a wee chuckle .... all three continue down the avenue & dump the leftover fish into the unemployment office. all except of course for a few trout, which they give to the lady at the lost & found/ accident is reported at 3 PM. it is ten below zero
do people tell you to your face you've changed? do you feel offended? are you seeking companionship? are you plump? 4 ft- 5? if you fit & are a full blooded alcoholic catholic, please call UH2-6969 ask for Oompa
the dada weatherman comes out of the library after being beaten up by a bunch of hoods inside/ he opens up the mailbox, climbs in & goes to sleep/ the hoods come out/ tho they don't know it, they've been infiltrated by a bunch of religious fanatics .... the whole group looks around for some easy prey .... & settle for some out of work movie usher, who is wearing a blanket & a pilot's cap/ it is one second to fourth of july & he does not fight back/ the dada weatherman gets mailed to Monaco. grace kelly has another kid & all the hoods turn into drunken business men who can tell me the name of the third president of the united states?" a girl with her back full of ink raises her hand & says "ernest tubb"
"is there anyone in class who can tell me the exact hour his or her father isn't home?" asks the instructor. everybody suddently drops their pencils & runs out the door -- all except of course the boy in the last row wearing glasses & who's carrying an apple
dear fang, how goes it old buddy? long time. no see. guess what? was gonna vote for goldwater cause you know, he was the underdog but then i found out about this Jenkins thing, & i figger it aint much, but it's the only thing he does have going for him so i'm changing my vote to johnson. did you get the clothes i sent you? the shirt used to belong to sammy snead so better take good car of it see you Mouse
