Sunday, 3 March 2013

That Guy’s Story

It’s a full moon so I’ll have two/three/four shots
of Woodford Reserve, then throw out the last
ham hock and pig’s ear to the coyotes who can
sniff out and retrieve and disappear in their good
fortune.  I just want to turn off the brain, lie back
and listen to the stillness of the desert night.

What kind of noise does any of that make? Well,
the lady next door thinks it does and I said a lot
but kept from saying what I wanted about her dog
yelping. I asked if she heard any uncomfortable
noise from this side like ladies screaming for pleasure
in my back yard. I stood on my third step later and
let the entire neighbourhood know how I felt. It’s
Saturday and I’ll be an ass if she starts again tonight.

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