blow out the darkness

secret code up to the State Farm office, and the county food lady asks if I have a hundred bucks. There’s a sleek new dresser, so small, just over there, a young woman named Ash carried it from her rendevous car and threw it in my back seat, and yet, swollen knee, here on the road to nowhere. I have ordered checks with this address, and my landlady disses my daydreaming – geez, it’s just two weeks. Billy Preston asks, “Will it go round in circles?” and back to the landlady who’s a total Dead Head, when the cat in the attic’s all Alice Cooper and James Brown.

And Stevie Wonder – “You haven’t done nothing.”

Job interview at 11 this morning. “Papa’s got a brand new bag.”