a fine afternoon at the brushfire inn

ennie poked his head
into my room
and said
“if there’s any shit
ta be had
it ain’t gonna be
had by me
that’s fer sure!”

he walked on
down the hall
and left me
sitting there
massaging a beercan.

an ant walked across
my coffeetable
carrying the remnants
of a potato chip

and i heard lennie
begin to shout
three stories below.

i walked over
to my window
and looked out of it

and there was lennie
dancing in the
middle of the street
inside of a yellow circle
he had drawn with chalk
shouting
“THE WORLD’S COMIN’
TO AN END
AN’ I GOTTA TAKE
A MONSTER PISS!”

a car
pulled up to him
and began honking

and as i
shut my window
lennie was still dancing
and screaming
about the things
that would eventually
make him as numb
as the rest of us

had already learned
to be.

- terry everton

a fine afternoon at the brushfire inn

Terry Everton

Pasadena, United States

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