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Archive for June, 2010
THAT’S ALL RIGHT; or, Tom Sawyer’s Comrade.
faked by gorjus Wednesday, June 9th, 2010It’s fifteen years since
we rode that hayride, strode
that stage, since they
cut your hair & fixed your teeth.
When was the last time you talked
to Bill? She’d asked, and
you lied and said, May.
Truth was he wouldn’t
even return your calls anymore, that
big-headed bastard, the
chitlin circuit he’s riding
not even a fraction
of what we’d do in the old days.
So you got the boys together to
head out to California, something
about it always made you feel so good.
And you stood on a corner in Los Angeles
& for the first time in your life
you ain’t the one with the longest hair.
I never knew what was going
thru that head of yours at
any given time but I know
it broke your heart when
those teenagers stomped right on by,
humming Cream & Moby Grape.
I ain’t saying I’m happy because
you’re sad, Man, but maybe our time
has been done & gone, there’s no
reason to be suspicious, minds
just change and so did we.
There’s no going back to the Chisca
for either of us, old buddy.
Signed, Your Friend,
Scotty
THANK YOU HARLEY EARL
faked by gorjus Tuesday, June 8th, 2010
Polaroid Land Camera, 669 film, Horace Slay’s on State Street in Jackson, Miss.
The Other City of Lights
faked by gorjus Friday, June 4th, 2010Standing in a field,
marv’ling at the immense sign,
(the low cars hum by)
Sitting on the square,
sweating in the August night
(the light’s always red)
Walking by the store
checking pockets for gin change
(the men laugh then scowl)
August, 2006; originated in this photo-poem.
THIS RECIPE IS A DISASTER.
faked by gorjus Thursday, June 3rd, 2010“Probably too much nutmeg,” he says
“It’s not so much for the taste as for just the smell,”
another concurs, and then we discuss the merits of
fresh spices v. those pre-grated, cracked, crushed;
and I feel guilty for botching the recipe.
It’s not my fault that Mr. Percy wrote it
half as a lark, one-third possibly as a joke, another
five-sixteenths for the hell of it,
and that it took two hours just to track down
mint in the Mississippi summertime.
Not to mention that I don’t know how much
“two sprigs per tumbler” is,
nor do I happen to have any tumblers, nor
the wooden mallet Mr. Percy insists is necessary
to properly prepare the ice.
“Probably could have used more ice,” he says
“It’s all in the way you crack the ice,”
another concurs, and then we discuss the merits of
clear ice v. cloudy, cracked, crushed;
this recipe is a disaster.
Read “Cud’n Walker’s Uncle Will’s Favorite Mint Julep Receipt” by Mr. Percy.
ODE TO RACHEL SUMMERS, DAUGHTER OF JEAN & SCOTT
faked by gorjus Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010I shoulda dropped right out
when the teacher told me
you cannot write poetry about the X-Men.