This one homeless motherfucker
Has lived in the woods
Near my place
For three years
He is lucky a tree has
Not fallen on him
More recently the same woods
Have attracted some young people too
They have fires
And hallucinate
Two girls and a boy were
There today when the
Dog and I walked by
The boy looked like
The Stooges looked like
In 1969
The girls looked like the
Girls the Stooges fucked
In 1974
"What's the name of this place?"
I asked like I was lost
One of the girls spoke
"We call it what ever we want to call it."
My dog likes people
But she does not go down
To see the teenagers
In the place where
Young Stooges and their girls
Rock 'n' roll
Like it was 1976
1 comment:
I recall you writing about this man in the woods the first time you and the Hammer stumbled on him. He struck a vaguely heroic cord.
It is curious that younger people have gravitated around him like children seeking out Syd Barrett. Erecting tents around their very own seer.
This seems like a timless act.
Well. So long as they keep on looking like the Stooges and their groupies, hats off to them. Twigs and substance abuse around a fire in the woods is better than enlisting in a career in financial services.
Thhat moustache, though. The one Bob Segar is sporting. It is enough to freeze one's piss. Like Charles Manson grooming himself for a job in local government.
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