“If you see one of those
little galvanized
milk delivery boxes,
you know,
the vintage ones with the
Red Dairy Label
on the outside
and a lid on it;
I need one
by my front door.”
I was talking
to a friend
on the phone
who needed
to drop off
something small
at my house.
10 minutes later
I left my house,
and going through the ‘hood
there was a little pile of trash
on the RIGHT SIDE
of the street.
Prominently positioned
as I was driving by was
MY Red Lettered
MATHIS DAIRY BOX;
waiting for me;
Free.
When i state a need for
BAD Paintings
for SISTER LOUISA ART;
within what seems like
fourteen seconds;
I have them.
Vintage Beehived Ladies,
Handsome Jesus’,
and Tacky-Ass
Last Supper Paintings
OUT THE BUTT!
I opened my door one day
and there was a fabulous,
BAD Oil Painting
of a gifted
Red-Suited Cowgirl
propped up outside;
which promptly becomes
COWGIRLS FOR CHRIST.
I was NOT looking
for a Cowgirl,
I promise you.
I’ll see an Estate Sale
with one parking spot
by the door,
pull in
and there is an oil painting
of A Fifties Preacher,
another of His
Properly Beehived Wife,
and a third
of Their Pretty
(50 years ago)
Daughter.
NOTHING HARDER THAN A PREACHER’S DICK,
THE HIGHER THE HAIR, THE CLOSER TO GOD
and
JESUS LOVES A CRACKWHORE
are conceived.
Again,
I wasn’t looking for
this Faithful Family.
THIS,
my Friends,
Foes,
and
Fellow Faggots;
is Living Magically.
Fearing Depravity
is the Best Way
to Guarantee Depravity.
Just yesterday,
a friend said to me,
“Grant,
good shit happens for you,
this is me we are talking about,
it doesn’t happen for me”.
I smiled,
sort of sadly,
because I knew
that GOOD SHIT
doesn’t happen for him
mainly because
he doesn’t believe
that GOOD SHIT
will happen for him.
The FLOW
is a Funny Ride.
You can’t be too picky
with what you receive,
you just have to accept
what you are given.
and transform it
into something
you wanted.
