A break in the kink

  The armor is gone

Tanks and jeeps like pine knots 

  Stewed tomatoes and wieners

    A raccoon hat and a sargeants stripes 

   A broken chipped arrowhead

   In the birches 

Near Big Sandy Opening

 You said let's watch TV

  So we woke the bear from his hibernation 

 You shot him from your hiding spot in the tree

"I ain't going back!"

No one asked.

 There's no mouse

Creeping around

While you try to sleep

You've warned him

But your threats can't compete 

With a warm house and piles of soft clothes 

"GET OUT!"

But nope

 

 ruthless caribou fortress

Embrace

A treetop sap hands

Old dryers in a forest 

Resting and rusting 

Miles from home 

A shoe in melted snow mud

Your sister's

 

 

 Sunday morning

W a headache 

Hi Dee Ho 

Eating eggs and leftover potatoes 

W salt and pepper and Mexican cheese

And a giant glass of ice cold milk

 I gambled all my money

On the Pistons

And I don't live anywhere near Detroit

I was born in Michigan but we all left soon after. 

We have a newspaper from the day I was born.

A three time loser was killed in an escape attempt at local hospital 

The same one I was born in 

I wonder if I'm the reincarnated three time loser?

Seems doubtful but who knows?

 I thought if could write lunch poems

I'd be a poet

A NYC poet on west 53rd st

Sitting in the back of a DeSoto

Hammering away at a typewriter

Clack clack clack

 I can't do it 

Write she said

About your feelings

About your life

About the sunshine when you wake up all groggy

She sounded like Bob Ross

But there's no happy trees by a happy lake

 The creature came from the dark

Purple eyes and nails like nails 

 "Sssssshhhhhhhhiiiusssssssss!"

It shiused!

"Say what?"

It ran back to dark and I went back to the tv.

 I'm

A mess mimmmmm

I ripped the cannonball mmmm

I tripped clementina 

On the banjos civil war blood

Stalemated and excised 

Like a Mike mmm

Mule named Mike 

Cornpone and greens

Yer mama said

Would do you okay

But gunshot blues

Blasted you from Pennsylvania 

And ummmmm you died

An honorable death

 

 Then the Covid hit

 She said

Then I'd decorate a cake!

FIFTY DOLLARS! 

Cake costs fifty dollars! Crazy!

She looks through the magazines while standing next to the table with neatly stacked orange peels.

Her companion still hasn't said a word

He sits quietly with his old baseball hat on.

 I should read more Dostoyevsky 

Alcoholic and gambling (addict)

 Sounds like a good time!

 Better than that snoozer Tolstoy

Gahd War and Peace was like 500 pages 

Why did I read that?

 Childhood is a magical land

One we can never return to.

A land of mystery and suspense.

A land of sadness, tears and laughter 

The powers that be are hidden in forests and words 

We climb pine trees unthinking of danger

And hate the pine sap stuck to hands

Adults are strange creatures

With strange ideas and issues

They are the Sausalito of cities

With a strange hat shop

That we love.

 I'm a mythical creature!

I'm Uncle Doug!

The cuties love me!

They're dressed in Halloween costumes!

Dear God 

Thank you for letting me 

Play this part.

 I feel so bored

But of course no one wants to hear it

The spiders are tiny and crawl outside the window of my car

They make webs from the side mirrors to the the doors

Why? What are spiders doing on my car? And why are they so tiny?

I voted yesterday and put my ballot in the box at my local library. Then I went inside and pissed. 

 I'm kind of a blind hermit

Wanting to make espresso

For Frankenstein's monster

 The more I eat the more I get hungry

I have no tacos

The TV talks to me

How come you're such a fucking loser?

I change the channel

Oh Lucy's on!