Monday, July 18, 2016
The Cellar Manifesto
Strong into politics is she, thus my
old room joining an ongoing reconstruction
labeled Guest Suite. For visiting party hacks.
Pretty nice.
Combination of Ikea and suffocation.
So, I’m in the old storeroom next to the
furnace.
Lots of protuberances coming out from
the latter to hang diploma, and the
occasional late notice of my insane
educational loan,
The cellar is nice. Cool and private.
For one person.
My girlfriend instructed away
I couldn’t take her pity.
Bright spot is I’ve always worked.
At what? You can guess. I’ll take anything!
This makes me the Perfect American:
Live with Mom and Dad, never growing up.
And eating shit.
Labels: depression, economic depression, live with Mom and Dad, old room, remodeling, returning children
Friday, March 04, 2016
Hollow Loss
When the sawmill left the mountain,
joining the factories, most of the
houses were boarded up as their
inhabitants sought work in the city.
Through some miracle of God,
the squabbling legislature voted
a new tourist lodge. Five hundred jobs
when finished!
If you knew someone, or bought in,
or both.
My family did some picking and
singing, so we were signed up
as entertainers. Didn’t cost us much.
Since Grandpa told the corniest
jokes in Christendom, our act
evolved to a short musical:
Hillbilly Annals.
Because we got our meals also, went
awfully well.
Until Grandma wandered off.
Some of those black hollows too
treacherous to search, thus
never found.
After a month, Grandpa starting
saying in the act that a bear ate
her and immediately died.
Don’t get put off! That’s our humor.
Labels: economic depression, economy, hillbilly, humor, mountains, Show Business
