Full moon

on the beach hundreds of driftwood 

trees on the beach by the 

river CA State Park worker

   sweeping out the restroom told

me there used to be a whole town here with a mill

to process the trees and load them on the railroad 

  Which is gone now both

Town and railroad 

  The Highway is where the railroad used to be

You can still see the old Highway

above the ocean he said there's still some sections

where they had wood planks 

I said like the wood plank road

In the Mojave desert 

There still some sections down there

 Fernand

   was a hippo

a cocaine hippo

Pablo Escobar 

 Got shot on the roof  

Running away 

From somebody

   Was everybody high?

Was the hippo?

Probably not

 Old gal

Getting into mischief 

A strawberry banana

As is

 I can't sex  

A thousand senses  

   Like no one's business 

  In Cincinnati 

But not Montreal

   Except the baseball team

Moved to Juarez 

Maybe Mexpo's?

   Vvvv

The go  at

Devil!

 elastic 

 Bbb  

Deity c

  Actually quite good 

Bagel well toasted 

  Spilled a little espresso 

Just a drip

 

 Old Man Sorenson Lives on Elm Street.

The End. 

 Jason was back

He was apologetic. 

"Dad I'm sorry. I fucked up. I wasn't thinking right. I'm sorry those guys messed with you. Did you hear what happened to them?"

"Yeah I heard. I guess we weren't the only ones they fucked with. Sounds like they got some serious payback. I'm just glad we don't have to worry about them coming around here again."

"Jason, I don't know how to say this but I think it's time for you to move out. You gotta do something with yourself and you gotta figure it out. I don't think hanging out w Chester and your other buddies is doing you a whole hell of a lotta good. Here's some money. Get a car and a place and go back to community college. Quit the partying. You're not that person. Tomorrow I want you out. I love you kid but goddammit get your shit together, okay?"

"Okay, Dad."

 I stopped driving the truck.

I had a distinct feeling the cops were watching me. Maybe I was paranoid but the wifi listed nearby WiFi's and one was called Police Surveillance Van. Seemed stupid enough to be real. 

I told Renee everything but she didn't care. She was concerned.

"Sounds awful! Why did you do that?"

"Those guys beat the crap out of me. I know some friends put the heat on them but I don't think it was enough. They'd have been back and I figured I'd beat em to the punch."

"I'm an old guy. I can't be sitting around worrying. They deserved everything they got."

"Okay, let's not talk about it again. What's done is done. Are you okay?"

"Baby, I've never felt better."

 Two days later the cops were at my door.

They took me in for questioning. I said can I make a call?

They looked confused. 

"Umm yeah you can make one."

I called Renee. I told her the cops had me and were holding me for questioning. Did she have a lawyer?

She said "Don't say a thing. I'll have my guy down there pronto. Fuck those assholes."

The lawyer got me out. The cops had nothing.

I met her for lunch. I had a BLT and she had a patty melt.

We went back to her place. We had red wine and then we went to bed. It was good. She was a sweetie.

 On the way back I pulled in behind old Arnold's Roadhouse. 

There wasn't anybody around. It was late and quiet. I could hear cricket's chirping. I had an old beat up shovel in the back of the Chevy. I dug a hole about thirty feet back in the trees. I opened the case and grabbed a stack of bills it looked like mostly hundreds and then shut the case and dropped it in the hole and filled it up with dirt.

Driving back on Rte 34 I stopped on the little bridge over Casper River. I hated to do it but I threw the Navy Colt in as well as a box of cartridges. 

"So long old friend"

I got back in the Chevy and drove home and slept well for the first time in a while.

 I loaded up the Navy Colt

I was a little drunk. Errol had told me where Donny lived. It was 3 am. I got in the truck and drove over there near his house turned off the engine and rolled down the street quiet. I saw the house 169 Fenton Street. There were lights on and I could hear the stereo playing. The neighbors must love that. 

I got out and walked up to the house and went through the back gate. The swimming pool was quiet and dark. I could hear voices laughing inside and someone was singing along to the devil went down to Georgia. 

I walked in the sliding glass door which was open. 

Donny turned and said hey old fucker what are you doing in my house?

I said I just came to visit raised the Navy Colt and put one in the center of his forehead. The girl screamed and I shot her too. A fat dude jumped up and I put one in the center of his chest. He went down and he would never get up. 

I heard a blast and turned and saw a lanky long hair wielding a 9 mm. I shot him in the head. 

The music kept playing. I went into the bedroom and there was a briefcase filled with bills. I closed it picked it up and walked out the back. The swimming pool was quiet and dark. The Devil was still going down to Georgia as I walked out the backyard. I got in the Chevy and started her up and rolled out of the neighborhood.