Two small cartons of milk symmetrically placed beside a jelly donut, a red Bic lighter carefully placed in the center of the donut, like a birthday candle.
One of several such impromptu shrines placed at various intersections by one of our ubiquitous crazy men (Early sixties black man, always in orange)
Ubiquitous crazy man number two: mid-fifties white guy, with 6 foot 4 long gray dreadlocks, walks everywhere with trash bags, swaddled in sweaters, even in July, standing in the portico of Winn Dixie eating a peach.
Pack of 12 large nutria being chased by an angry chicken, in the middle of an upper middle class suburban neighborhood.
12 comments:
That was the best poetry I've read in years.
You got PACKS of nutria in the subturds? Oh dear, things have gone to hell in the proverbial handbag, haven't they?
A gangsta cowboy?? I had to google nutria (I first thought is was an artificial sweetner).
Ditto here to goggling nutria. Although I am impressed that one angry chicken had 12 of them on the run. It brings "Food of the Gods" to mind. I think they used nutria in some the rat scenes and it did involve a giant seemingly angry chicken. Also one of the more unfortunate role choices for an aging Ida lupino.
Is a horse the new gangsta ride? Awesome.
There really is nothing more unfortunate than an aging Ida Lupino.
Except being the nutria chased by an angry chicken.
There is no chicken like an angry chicken.
If I remember correctly, the aging Ida Lupino looked sort of like a nutria.
You’ll be happy about the abundance of chicken and nutria when the depression strikes. They taste just like chicken you know…sounds like the eatin’ is good in yo neighbahood.
Wow. New Orleans is WAY more interesting than Pittsburgh. And I'm with Dave - that was some perfect minimalist poetry!
Wow, all I saw today was a bunch of co-workers and some skanky internet porn. (One was during work and the other was after.)
my dear, where DO you live???
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