My Cover
has been been
Blown.
I need a cigarette.
Naked,
exposed,
and now conscious
that someone out there
is conscious
of what I wasn’t even
really conscious of
when I started writing
these damn Ditties.
I thought it was
MY secret.
Saturday,
I cranked up Myrtle
and took a ride
up to
The Antique Factory.
THEY
have the most fabulous
variety of Modern Treasures,
Movie-Set Props,
Ever-changing Funky Furniture,
and 10,000 square feet
of other Stupid Shit
hanging
up
THERE.
Mostly I go
for Family.
I live alone,
with 200
Images of
Jesus Christ
barking random shit,
and a Mannican
dressed as a Nun
to greet me
at the door
when I enter,
and to say goodbye
when I leave.
So not REALLY alone.
I walked into
The Antique Factory.
All the ones I love,
there,
are there.
I feel like
Paw Paw
going to the country
to see his Chil’rens.
Little Kids
running around,
both of whom
have spent countless hours
since birth
on my knees,
upside down,
having
PATTY CAKE
PATTY CAKE
done to their feet
as they giggle & scream
DO IT AGAIN
DO IT AGAIN
DO IT AGAIN.
The Owner,
being all
Adorable and Snide,
his Wife,
being all
Gorgeous AND Patient,
and his Colleague,
being all
Wise and Shit.
Adorable and Snide
said that
Sister Louisa
should put her Ditties
in a book.
Gorgeous and Patient
said that
it’s high time
Sister Louisa
told her OWN story.
Wise and Shit
said
“I figured out
a long time ago
that Sister Louisa
is writing those Ditties
to Grant Henry”.
“Ya’ll didn’t know THAAAT?”
I bet I looked
like a ghost
that had been trapped
when she said
THAT.
The Drive up there,
the Love I feel up there,
the Treasures I take from there,
and the Insight I receive,
are where I get
my jollies.
It’s what I do
in Mexico
as well.
I get my jollies.
I get on my scooter,
spend my day
visiting friends
in various places,
giving what I give,
and
taking what I take.
Everybody
Has Gotta Do
What They’ve Gotta Do
To Stay Whole.
Get Up and Damn Do It!
