Of Mice and Men

Like paranoia on the lamb
Jack lambers
naked
with pistol in hand
The Great Vermin Death Collective
shooting at mice
ricocheting BBs
throughout
the interior
Lying naked, still.
With
pistol in hand

Friday

Out the door to work @ 9:18, uncover the load, no rain overnight.
By 9:30 the rain starts, recover the load and head inside to finish my tea.
Will cut wood instead of roofing until it clears.
At 5:00 the OSB is complete on the first side.
I shall sleep fine with a belly full of Franks and Beans.

Complete and utter silence
carries an
unmistakable tone.

Chet Peculiar

He went by the name of Chet Peculiar. He wore a bowler hat and sported a long scraggly red beard. Chet showed the common signs of aging in that he was greying at the temple and his hair thinning atop. His walk peculiar with his right foot pointed North or East due to the direction of his pace. Perhaps this is how he gained the name "Peculiar". Chet tried to stay to himself, drinking Brady moderately. It seemed no matter how he tried, his attempts for solitude and moderation were all but discarded.

Home for a week

Wednesday Night

Can't imagine that I'll eat much tonight.
Two beer down,
rain on the inside.
The barrel heater's comfort
dries the mildew.

Thursday morning

I only have enough food for one man
and this way I can laze around
nakedly proud
and write poetry
in the dim light of rainy September morning
while the clock
moves slow in
angst perpetual motion.
My hands smell of
cabin mildew
as drops of water land on the floor
missing the catch bucket.

There is everything to do
with installing the new metal roof
yet with the rain and clouds
all I wish to achieve is to
sip on tea
red write and smoke a little.
The second half of September is mine.

I thought the seat would be dry
of which it was not of course.
So I wipe the seat dry
and toss the tissue into the abyss
drop my pants to the top of
my rubber boots
and get ridiculed by a local squirrel.

Thursday night

Five beer in total
Rain till 10:50
started work around 10:00
fabricated rafter ends
7 in total
more rafters than beer in two nights.

Walked lightly to the river
to the bridge
to the night captivating
mountains and trees
before the moon
and
predeceased by the sun
and float home
with nothing to loose

Moths and flies
knock on the door window
wanting the inner light
of the cabin.
The music has faded at 8:12 on the second night.
The moth finds his way in to dance
around the lantern
and burn it's legs off
on the hot glass.
Once is not enough
he's a true addict
flying and burning
and repeating the sequence.
And I wish Jerry was here
there would be no lack of music.
and he would get a kick out of this moth.

Goose Egg

He dropped her and the boy at the airport. The night was finding darkness in the airport shadows. The air crisp, he kissed her good bye as the boy hugged onto his waist. The night was young, perfect for dancing although Jack had never been much of that sort. His desires were to sit in a dirty old pub filled by sweat,smoke and strangers. Or on occasion, a jazz lounge where he could be heard, where people could lend an ear. Jack had a lot to talk about, often comparable to riding a coaster enduring rapid change of degrees. One certainty, the inclusion of excessive drinking bouts. Jack had been drinking prior to dropping her and the boy at the departure gate. As matter of fact, Jack had been drinking a whole lot the last couple of months, it had become such a habit that it had taken away from other pleasures. His motorcycle was rusting and collecting cob webs, canvases stand propped against the studio wall blank. Most of Jacks friends had given up on him. He had suffered a concussion, not one but many, this one was simply the most recent. The doctors had told him more than two decades prior never to take acid again and that it was imperative not to suffer another concussion due to the coma he had laid in for five days. Recently someone had struck him from behind with a blunt object, he had no idea where or whom had delivered the blow. When he regained consciousness his direction and location were obscure and he found himself knee high in the cool waters of Cowboy Country.

A Set Up

ever wish you were some place else?
It happens
been in a funk
then I got a phone call.
It was the cops
said they had something on me.
Told em they ain't got shit.
When I agreed to go to the station
to prove my innocence
I was dumbfounded with their evidence
said they had me on a security video
raping a one legged pan handler in the loading dock
said I didn't know any one legger's.
Told em I was home all night
watch'n midget porn and jerking off
when they said
no one gets off on that shit
I showed them the waist basket full of crusted tissue.
They told me that could be a crime in it's self.
Thats when I out reached my hands and said
put em on then boys.
Turns out they didn't have the room to house me
as they were setting up for a gang bang on a homeless boy
they found beneath the overpass.