My Dead Wife pt.III


"Sometimes, you just gotta fly, man"

I think it was the Aztec Gods that said that.

All I know how to do right now is run...I'm running - sweatin' like a slave and running.

I burst into the Market and into the longest line. The radio was playing one of those fabulous old-time tunes. I can't do anything but sing along "BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP"

And now everyone's lookin' and lovin'...ME

I lean into the side of the old woman's neck in front of me. "We had it all" I whisper, "just like Bogie and Bacall". My nose is nestling her moles. She is paralytic with lust. I get to the checker.

"Yes sir?"

I slip on my sunglasses and smile: "call me Reggae"

"Where are your groceries, sir?"

"I don't know Ma'am" I tell him, convulsing with laughter.

"Sir?"

"SomkeSmokeSmokeSmoke" I tell him knowingly, flapping my arms quicker and quicker.

___________More LATER, This kind of Sucked_------------


<- back <whole hog> forward->