nutbush flats #3

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nutbush flats #2

August twenty

Standing at the Bottom

there's a man in the park

at the edge of the world

where the darkness falls

from the air

he's shakin' off the stars

he answers to no one

he's building a tower

without stairs

while I'm standin' here on the bottom...

there's a girl in the shadow

the one I used to follow

she tugging my Salvation Army clothes

she said I was the only

but I know we're only liars

but she's beggin' for me not to go

while I'm standing here at the bottom...

copyright2011j.luhn

welcome back to nutbush flats

while they wash their hands

we tumble down 

our fur is sold

the children never sleep

we never close

no one knows

why the moonshine never gets above the fence line

and the floodlights point to signs

on the ground

all our shoes are old

seclusion can't be found

and instruction comes in sound waves

and we tear each other

underneath the cover of the judges

we've all gone insane

while they wash their hands

with water that is clean

show me now

show me how this could be your dream

from crystal bowls

they drink your wine

they spill it on the floor

they're coming back for more

and some will drown

and some will take you back

to the cage you're always crying for

yep

we've all gone insane

while they wash their hands

with water that is clean

show me now

show me how this could be your dream

copyright 2011 jamie luhn

umm...

When I was young I didn't understand why I had to pay that thirty-five dollar fine. Now that I'm old, I apologize for having peed on the side of your house.

a short interview from HACKSAWS AND THE SLAWDOG magazine

   Sometimes the rain came through the seams in the roof and dripped on the floor. He sat on a metal stool and burned a loose thread off his jeans with a match. The lights were dim on the set of Slackjaw Radio and it smelled like a beer joint. It smelled like our Darlin Slackjaw.

Starbelly Sneetch: So, what's your story...I mean, why are you hunkered down in the woods? Two years ago you played pretend in Hollywood and now you're hiding out in a shed in the middle of nowhere in particular.

Darlin Slackjaw: Well yeah. I don't get out much. I don't want to. I don't want to subject myself to things like shoppers on speaker phone, brats, chinese plastic, decaf, mexican tomatoes, cockroaches, other people's stinkbugs, smart cars, sports bars, sports, snot-nosed artists, fake art, snot-nosed art, and any other bullshit that isn't mine.

Starbelly: That's quite a list. You didn't leave anything out?

Darlin: umm...yeah...vinyl siding, corvettes, hair extensions, butt cracks, jive-talkin', hip-hoppers, hipsters, and your mom.

Starbelly: You say you don't want to subject yourself to people?

Darlin: ...the mob...the mass...the speedwalkers...I think I paraphrase Charles Bukowski when I say, "...it's not that I don't like people, it's just that I like them better when they're not around."

Starbelly: But you have a facebook page?

Darlin: Well, yeah. I do. When I opened my account I thought we would all sit around and talk about art and politics and the joy of seeing the misery of others...man, was I stupid...oh, by the way, today I cut the grass, I'm eating an egg sandwich, the kids did stuff, GO TEAM!, and I'm defriending you.

   Darlin Slackjaw leaned over and picked-up his guitar. He picked -off a round of chords before he kindly asked for my departure...Yeah, that Darlin Slackjaw's going to grow up to be a fine young gentleman someday.

i'm not that tall