I drive to town today in torn brown sweatpants covered
in chicken manure&olive oil
in chicken manure&olive oil
listening to Peter Case and a fierce banjo
chewing the ganja hash from my fingernails
astonished that my creeks are still flowing water
repentant for all the sins and aberration inflicted by my flawed crappy dreams and ideals
chewing the fat from my guilt&self doubt
chewing the finally I am getting pissed finally from my fingernails but it's that plaintive&
plucky tune that made me stop by the side of a road to photograph a crumpled up paper bag lying on the broken yellow line of highway one.
