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Tuesday, September 22, 2020

snafu duct tape rainmaker lore

 hours sorting thru boxes in a cramped storage unit,

reacquainting the position of tools, clothes, precious items.

the lights click off after every 60 minutes 

spin the dial like a washer/dryer and tumble my eyes clean.

off to the bar at 2pm, free coffee that she pours

half full of half and half, needs no sugar, and like i said

free, a hard cider and then back to storage 

for a backpack with tent, coat, blanket

and a pop up canopy which sets up with a few snafus and duct tape.

over to the store midnight run

there by the sidewalk is a free pile of things i need:  

a camp stool, a small cooler for food, two big iron crowbars,

and a tire-changing kit that doubles excellently for

tent-spikes to anchor the canopy. i look in a bag

for my glass pipe, it is broken

but usable so i fragrance my mood

and drive the crowbars deep into the soil

as i recently referenced John Henry the iron driving man

and with two clangs atop the beaked heads

the rain commences, and all that was dust is settled

for a little while




9-22-20

se Portland 


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