9.9.20


Tend My Garden James Gang
                                 he was always a fan a little disappointed when Walsh joined The fuckin Eagles  they were not worthy

his CD shuffle-play goosed Goapele ran Tend My Garden up behind her an ran Ushers Yeah up their ass
                                                                                                               he would have cum had Nellys Hot in Here gone off  he didnt have it  wasnt on his machine
                                                                                       but that was an excuse hed make it playhe could make things that werent ante-up extend themselves suddenlymiraculously exist  he pitied people who werent accessible to the fantastic
                                            maybe they werent prone   maybe they didnt try hard enough
maybe they were cunts

he had a habit of not hanging with cunts
                                            not those kinds of cunts
the others he was all over like butter on toast bagels anything butter benefited an enjoyed its ooze



he needed something to tend to hold him together to care for  

the oldest of nine
                   it was entwined in his DNA like a junkie needing a fix

he had nine cats five In four Out  all born feral

he needed their feralness fearlessness
                                           they enforced out of where he came  

the dozendozen-in-a-half hummingbirds he fed werent enough

the fig his daughter shared with him wasnt enough it failed  he lost

the wisteria seeds she shared
                                 they failed
he needed to quit losing


the loses werent entirely on him

he had to be absent four days a week

he was helping care for his daughter


he tried hard not to let it occur to him that he would lose her too



bad year

she escaped too

1144,  Saturday,  21  3. 20
1552,  Twosday,  8  9. 20
James Gang  Tend My Garden  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Ui2Q11IbAY

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