Get up wash yer face its a new day boy

Boy

      an every day since

since he got the language
understood its words
built his vocabulary

every morning in his head
Get up

no matter what he was getting up into

no matter if he was getting beat up
Get up

hed get up until he was knocked out answerin Get up boy

                                                                                                       first in his fathers voice

                                                                                                                      later in his own

early on he took obligations  hawkin papers routes yard work cuttin grass pullin weeds rakin leaves shovelin snow

his father worked hard

he wouldnt allow him to be a slouch
cuz itd get back to him
                            Whafuckin kind a kid ya raisin  Lazy

his old man never heard that about him

but that couldve been cuz neither of em had time to listen werent often in the others company or anyone ever said

they busted hump

Got up Washed their faces

Its a new day boys

  

0722,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  24  2. 16

Sparklehorse Quay Bros Dog Door  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POFJpUcDXrQ

 

his foot caught on the carpet outside it

 

five months later he hadnt been able to bring himself to sleep inside

two other bedrooms a livingroom couch an unfinished basement

the weatherd been good  the back porch was under eaves a cotton rope hammock like when he fished tuna commercially off South America

the livingroom floor hardwood herringbone fine hemp throw rugs backed with mats

he didnt need to be coddled to sleep

 

exhaustion was the ticket getting there

an his problem

its gantry an launching were troublesome

a vast black sky yawned above him

whisky  a cigarette  silver smoke rising up into it

but night fell asleep

leaving him alone

the sun rose bent over him kissed his cheekGoodmorning  You didnt sleep

he rose ground beans put coffee on showered cold cereal juice coffee poured the remainder into a thermos  dressed
caught the bus into work

tonight hed sleep

if the ghosts let him

they were troubled too

they liked his company

they tread at its threshold but also didnt go inside

her absence filled the bedroom

there wasnt room to enter 

 

  

0217,  Twosday,  23 2. 16

Somewhere Off Jazz Street  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVAs32nMFbA