7885. SMOLDERING RUINS

SMOLDERING RUINS

(all these sunfire days)

You can take this from the top down:

I'm a foul beast, guttural and cursing, I

spit back an oath. Here's the handle that

pours me out, I'm a little gut-rot, short and

stout. Cleveland to San Sebastian to New 

Haven, I'm not worth saving, and they 

don't make coupons like me anymore.

-

I might make a game of this useless life I'm

growing so weary of. Light a candle for

me while you're dipping for wax. Our Lady

of Perpetual Need, please meet Our Lady of

Perpetual Help. Like a domino, with two

different sides. I frequent all quarters of the

world : April and May, and June again.

-

The same three guys in the dog run again.

Looking at girls and talking their shit. Why

should I walk into that? My dog doesn't 

understand, and it certainly ain't no pussy

but I'm glad she brought her dog here too.

When it rains, is it always cats and dogs?

-

You know those two gay guys we saw on the

launch boat  -  man they were funny. Their 

clothing beat all. Looking like pastel looney-tunes,

I saw their rhythm and I knew their ways. right off.

Michael FitzHenry, and Henry FitzMichael, I bet. 

Don't you just love the water, and all these

sunfire-days?