Post by Ron Buck (halfshell) on May 6, 2009 12:48:32 GMT -5
The Worm (ver. 2)
.
Sneaker Payne stomped all over the grave
of Hadley Marks and no one tried to stop him.
It was like the passing of a slight band of
starlings just before a September sunset;
a wonder and amazement that happens all the time.
After a while, you don’t pay it much mind.
In the end it was the last dance of two old friends;
one bearing up under the other’s release
of a lifetime of heavy disappointment.
Aunty Bert summed it up when she whispered
that it was the first time that Sneaker had cleaned
himself up real nice in more than a decade.
Too bad he couldn’t keep it together for a bit longer.
Jimi Moran, laughed as he tugged at his loose
trousers and added under his breath that at least
Sneaker hadn’t pissed on the mound. Jimi then
recounted the much repeated episode of the time
Hadley had drained the worm on the drunk and
passed out Sneaker some thirty years ago.
Sneaker never forgave him for that and said
that he’d get even if it took the rest of his life.
He un-clipped his suspenders and let drop his
one pair of clean, creased pants, and kicked them
into the corner. He tapped the left breast of his shirt
pocket, then pulled out a bent, worn photo of two
young bucks hamming it up for the camera.
Sneaker fell back into his swap-shop lazy-boy chair
and flicked his finger at the face of his old partner in crime.
He kept repeating, “damned if you didn’t go and do it again,”
over and over, until the words stopped coming
and he fell into a long and much needed sleep.
The Worm
.
Sneaker Payne stepped all over the grave
of Hadley Marks and no one tried to stop him.
It was like the passing of a slight band of
starlings just before a September sunset;
a wonder and amazement that happens all the time.
After a while, you don’t pay it much mind.
In the end it was the last dance of two old friends;
one bearing up under the other’s release
of a lifetime of heavy disappointment.
Aunty Sally summed it up when she whispered
that it was the first time that Sneaker had cleaned
himself up real nice in more than a decade.
Too bad he couldn’t keep it together for a bit longer.
Jimi Moran, laughed as he tugged at his loose
trousers and added under his breath that at least
Sneaker hadn’t pissed on the mound. Jimi then
recounted the much repeated episode of the time
Hadley had drained the worm on the drunk and
passed out Sneaker some thirty years ago.
Sneaker never forgave him for that and said
that he’d get even if it took the rest of his life.
He un-clipped his suspenders and let drop his
one pair of clean, creased pants, and kicked them
into the corner. He tapped the left breast of his shirt
pocket, then pulled out a bent and worn photo
of two young bucks hamming it up for the camera.
Sneaker fell back into his swap-shop lazy-boy chair
and flicked his finger at the face of his old partner in crime.
He kept repeating, “damned if you didn’t go and do it again,”
over and over, until the words stopped coming
and he fell into a long and much needed sleep.[/size]
.
Sneaker Payne stomped all over the grave
of Hadley Marks and no one tried to stop him.
It was like the passing of a slight band of
starlings just before a September sunset;
a wonder and amazement that happens all the time.
After a while, you don’t pay it much mind.
In the end it was the last dance of two old friends;
one bearing up under the other’s release
of a lifetime of heavy disappointment.
Aunty Bert summed it up when she whispered
that it was the first time that Sneaker had cleaned
himself up real nice in more than a decade.
Too bad he couldn’t keep it together for a bit longer.
Jimi Moran, laughed as he tugged at his loose
trousers and added under his breath that at least
Sneaker hadn’t pissed on the mound. Jimi then
recounted the much repeated episode of the time
Hadley had drained the worm on the drunk and
passed out Sneaker some thirty years ago.
Sneaker never forgave him for that and said
that he’d get even if it took the rest of his life.
He un-clipped his suspenders and let drop his
one pair of clean, creased pants, and kicked them
into the corner. He tapped the left breast of his shirt
pocket, then pulled out a bent, worn photo of two
young bucks hamming it up for the camera.
Sneaker fell back into his swap-shop lazy-boy chair
and flicked his finger at the face of his old partner in crime.
He kept repeating, “damned if you didn’t go and do it again,”
over and over, until the words stopped coming
and he fell into a long and much needed sleep.
The Worm
.
Sneaker Payne stepped all over the grave
of Hadley Marks and no one tried to stop him.
It was like the passing of a slight band of
starlings just before a September sunset;
a wonder and amazement that happens all the time.
After a while, you don’t pay it much mind.
In the end it was the last dance of two old friends;
one bearing up under the other’s release
of a lifetime of heavy disappointment.
Aunty Sally summed it up when she whispered
that it was the first time that Sneaker had cleaned
himself up real nice in more than a decade.
Too bad he couldn’t keep it together for a bit longer.
Jimi Moran, laughed as he tugged at his loose
trousers and added under his breath that at least
Sneaker hadn’t pissed on the mound. Jimi then
recounted the much repeated episode of the time
Hadley had drained the worm on the drunk and
passed out Sneaker some thirty years ago.
Sneaker never forgave him for that and said
that he’d get even if it took the rest of his life.
He un-clipped his suspenders and let drop his
one pair of clean, creased pants, and kicked them
into the corner. He tapped the left breast of his shirt
pocket, then pulled out a bent and worn photo
of two young bucks hamming it up for the camera.
Sneaker fell back into his swap-shop lazy-boy chair
and flicked his finger at the face of his old partner in crime.
He kept repeating, “damned if you didn’t go and do it again,”
over and over, until the words stopped coming
and he fell into a long and much needed sleep.[/size]
