His only possessions were what he managed to cram into his backpack. I’d see him sometimes, sitting on the grass out in front of the Kum and Go with a six pack of the cheapest beer he could find. He always waved and had a giant smile. Funny thing about him, he never panhandled like the rest of the homeless (or the pretend homeless) did. He didn’t carry the stench of alcohol around with him either. I always thought of him as more of a traveling Monk than homeless. Until he shot our neighbor’s dog for knocking over his beer.
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A lovers plunge…
She knew what kind of a girl went all the way on her first date. After all, she’d just met him earlier that afternoon. But there was just something about his face that made her feel safe.
They arrived at lover’s lane just as night was taking over the wood lined footpath. He opened the door for her and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. He held her close and she felt the warmth of his body pressed against her. Her heart beat heavy in anticipation. An hour later, he drove off to another town looking for his next victim.
I’m Bored…
“Let me tell you when God created boredom he was thinking about this dinky ass podunk. It’s August the 15th and it must be a 100 degrees in the shade. There’s nothing to do but sweat, cuss and spit. I guess I can hope for a car to drive by, crash into the grain elevator and explode into flames. That might liven things up a bit. Maybe someone will make a wrong turn off the highway. Who am I kidding, there’s no reason for anybody to even drive by. “
Now – Boredom means something different in this new century. If there’s not a new PlayStation game, a blockbuster movie, high speed internet, 300 channels on cable, or whatever technological shit our kids covet, then they’ll just go cry to us mommies or daddies and we’ll run right out and buy something just to shut them up.
Sally Jo…
She was a drab forty something in fuzzy pink house slippers and tights that made her ass look like the surface of the moon. A big flesh colored moon showing all the ridges, mountains and craters. Her thin tie-dyed t-shirt was a size too small and revealed the dark nipples hiding beneath it. She lit a joint and coughed the smoke into the space that separated her from the world. A woman stuck in the 1960’s while life moved on without her.
But Phillip will forever tell the story of how, at 17, a beautiful Greek goddess brought him manhood.
Midnight on the Lake
The radios are silent. The only music left are the sounds of frogs and the wind. The bonfires have all burned to black ashes. Smoldering bar-b-que grills fill the air with the smell of burned hot dogs. The beach is littered with wet towels, blankets and empty beer cans. I feel so alone.
Across the beach the waning moon of August silhouettes your body as you remove your swim suit and walk into the water. You turn to face me and a reflection of light surrounds you. I go to you and our naked souls touch. I have been found.
Jerry Brotherton 