RED DIRT #6

grave digger blues, jesse sublett, crime novels, crime writer, pulp fiction, noir, austin author

“This wild man who crashed into your room, was he a minotaur?” “Huh? A Ford Taurus?” “No, man, this cat drove a Buick.” (from Grave Digger Blues , Art by Picasso)

RED DIRT #6

The latest chapter in RED DIRT CHRONICLES. For previous chapters, see Red Dirt #1Red Dirt #2Red Dirt #3Red Dirt #4 and Red Dirt #5.

This one even has a little soundtrack, a modest little demo track of mine.

Love You Like a House on Fire – 3:27:14, 8.00 AM Love You Like a House on Fire, a GarageBand demo by Jesse Sublett "Love You Like a House on Fire - 3:27:14, 8.00 AM". "Love You Like a House on Fire – 3:27:14, 8.00 AM"

IT WAS GETTING LATE

I watched them like a scorpion
waiting, I said:
Time, I got it right here
all the time in the world

EVEN LATER

She was dancing by herself
I would have gone looking for her
when she left
but I was nailed
to this chair by a daydream.

NEXT MORNING AT THE END OF THE ROAD

so they came, an army of pickup trucks
sledge hammers and hoists
busted out the old foundation
jacked and shimmed
the underpinnings of our life
crumbled once again
they paused at noon
exfoliating the foil from flour tacos
hechos de manos de sus esposas quieridas.
the aroma being something
primal, like sex, birth, death
all in one bite

then it was off to the graveyard
where defunct dreams
return to the elements
concrete dust and rebar
rotten timbers
rusting tin

there she stands now
another abandoned cicada skin

CODA
Strange man in the cemetery after midnight
waist deep in a hole, slinging his spade
you say, “Are you the grave digger?”
“No,” he says,
“just filling in for the other guy.”

THE END.

 

 

 

 

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