The road must eventually lead to the whole world. – Jack Kerouac
Practically blissed out.
Barker Ajax driving back home
from a brief errand or two.
You have to know Barker to understand.
He’s 75 and the sun is bright
and the sky blue and the music is playing.
I have been to the drugs store, he thinks.
Government selling hash brownies now.
I have been to the liquor store.
Hindus run that.
Damn. Life is good.
Slow down for a couple of sandhill cranes.
If only there was a pussy store.
He gets home, he tells the wife.
“Honey, you livin’ at the pussy store.”
And she took him by the hand.
The End.