Bored By T.V. – Take New HWY

 

A wall of peanuts fell upon his head.

He managed to turn them all into votes.

Then, a small fortune swelled like a watermelon patch.

Georgia was her name, too.

Gold sunshine shining made her famous

though, under the clouds, she felt like a nobody.

The doctor suggested a yellow rain jacket,

blue tinted sunglasses and a Jackie O scarf.

Things looked better.

It was the summer of Illuminations.

Ignorance was shed snakeskin -

mounted and sold for fifty dollars in truck stops,

(they did).

A collection of grits with gravy, bottled beer and Swedish fish

placed into a brown paper bag took place within a 7-Eleven.

The car rolled down the HWY slow and steady.

Only fifteen little miles to Sea Island.

The president of The Coca-Cola Company passed us.

He actually is very down-to-earth.

Turnip spit hit the sidewalk.

It missed the toes of her sleek high-heeled shoe –

A size six, yes, but the ankles are weak.

The radio sizzled like bacon & eggs being cooked

on a brilliant wintry day..

Fat Possum played like New Orlean Voodoo angels –

beat after beat, a melody

& voice like the rebirth in spring -

Easter Sunday –

A Lhasa Apso puppy gifted by the Dalai Lama 

presented wrapped in burgundy and gold blankets.

The dial tone was crystal clear.

Everybody was safe and did not care for fear.

Mint Juleps were served by the setting sun.

 

4:30 a.m.

January 24, 2004