Work in Progress

I been tossin' around this idea for a piece 'bout my Aunt's funeral service an' how it didn't measure up. Someone described it to me recently as bein' the equivalent of pluggin' a few individual facts into a eulogy generator and clickin' a button. Maybe that ol' preacher didn't have the luxury of time. So here's where I'm at so far after one round of writin' and one round of shreddin':


Now that's a good lookin' page even if it's full of stupid ideas.

I'll Teach You a Lesson

When a whiskey sun comes up it's gonna be a longer day than most.
I'm lookin' right into him.
My breath, eaten by a bleedin' hole in the sky.
Spittin' jet fuel on a bonfire.
Like that sassy gal told me, "You look long enough and you're gonna start to like what you see."
She never was in the lesson business.