I ain’t no cowboy

I once killed a spider with a 2×4 I knew then it was time to go home Stuck in dried out flat land You could shoot the pecker off a hummingbird out there Running two AC’s on high trying to sleep when it’s 110° I know where they got the idea for giant bug movies…

The Beaver

With a slap of the water, ripples shimmer in the moonlight. “Go away, beaver, this is our river,” shouts he. The beaver calmly floats to the shoreline and takes a seat in the grass next to the two fellows sitting dazed by the river. “It’s not your river, nor is it mine,” the beaver says….

Like a Beat Dog

Life’s got me working like a beat dog these days.  All that time pissing in the wind when I was younger  Catching up to me now. It’s hotter than hell sitting here on this covered porch with no window to see or breath. Inhaling cigarette tar and THC crystals as the eggs fry on the…

To Belding the River Flows

Infused rambling in dim-lit aisles, Strange vibrations heaping into piles, I float the river for miles. I say, “We need to float; float that boat, all the way to Belding.” This we did, and with the river, we sing. To an island, we came to be. “Let’s make some chili,” I say. Looking above in…