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
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About Me
- Dale Hunt
- He's become comfortable in that ol' civil war jacket. What would compliment that mess of hair? A sage cigarette, a bottle in his hand and a book in his pocket. A hobo at heart a drunk by night and a rambling pain. Tired and old before his time. Studying the greats Bukowski, Tom Waits William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson, Kerouac and John Steinbeck. Drinking Brandy and Cockspur rum from the bottle. Hiding down South for the winter months running from the cold and consequence.
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Jack is hold is cock firmly in left hand when the grizzly saunters across the old garlic patch. Jack doesn't give a shit about coming. He wants to dance with that majestic animal. For once he's not hung or anxious, anger. He's naked and horny and ready to challenged the beady eyed beast. Rain dumps like it's spilling out of a bucket stolen from hell. He stands on the front steps and screams.
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