No one believes we were in a forest fire.

How can it matter if you believe me or don’t believe me.

In all these years, no one has answered this question. No one.

This is POETRY.

Because I say it is///

We were going to hit the road anyway. It was a paying gig. We did need the gig to happen.

There will be enough money for a Mac.

This is not a gig where we have to rehearse.

I play the guy who opens the door to see something shocking and then I run out. I’ve had better parts before.

Sex can be theatrical. People with an active fetish will want that fetish incorporated into the play. Never whip anyone anywhere close to their kidneys. 18 to enter here, no 18, back in the sea you go. Because Mistress said fucking so/// I play a seething mean mistress/

you will pay/

get an opera playlist/

Some of this I never call sex. I call it play. Actually, the trick will pay. Mostly upfront.

mostly everyone has come by now. It’s all about power and Destiny boxed up in flower arrangements for the deranged and the improbable/

“Yes, but I want you to come in my mouth.”

“I can’t come in your mouth I already came in your mouth.”

Conversations like this can go on for days. Weeks even/ bring LSD 2 the le table and you will find trouble one way or the other and you just discovered Monk. You fell in love with Monk. He took you away.

They always call. Never, ever play games with tricks where the trick is stalking you/// my eyes to the sky.

They want it for free. They want to be in charge. They think they have a right not to pay because now you belong to so-and-so whothefuckever. This is a bad way to do business. Very very bad.

You have to be ready to grab your bag and go now just go, Baby/ i would kinda run/

Fleeing natural disasters is what we do. In order to retrieve two of our guys, we had to get in by canoe. The last hurricane was enough what with the hurricanes for me. Let’s count them and mount them and no TV.

I have survived hurricanes in the Caribbean.

Check out HMS Fantome. I do not know how I missed that one, but at the time she went down with all hands aboard, drowned, I was standing on the Duval Street Pier in Key West. My binoculars against a sea of grinding mist like needles. Hurricane Mitch. But the worst was Georges. This time, I got out of Dodge because it looked bad. Threw everything into my CamperTruck and we left.

Kaboom.  Cocoa Beach. Running the dog, Navajo, a Blue Heeler, in the sand, Margaritaville, another two billion vehicles heading back to see the devastation which was breathtaking. To take that TREK/// you have to pass across the swatch of landscape that Hurricane Andrew almost blew off the map forever. A large oak had landed on the roof, and then the heat wave descended upon the masses of an island with no electricity for the ice in the Margarita you got that, Bubba/ at night the iguanas screamed bloody hell all night because everything they knew was vanished, ripped apart, and all the animals were lost with the motherfucking exception of homogenized Satan. 

last cocktail on the island the old island is never coming back/

entire packs of sailors up and down Duval.

Whores could make a lot of money here but the weather did suck. Whores and hurricanes are a bad idea gone wrong by any number of subversive characters/ fuckthatshit, i just didn’t think you had to know my name.

It had been in the papers other scandals.

How do I plan in a hurricane, and how can I plan in a forest fire I had never been in 1. I will never get caught by another 2. I have been through over twenty hurricanes. I do not know how the Fantome had been caught by one that big, that brutal, they headed right into it, the Fantome I knew was careful/ it was slow, there was Jamaican weed, lots of Bogotá, always around, rum and Coke especially Coke in lost and found in Blackbeard’s Sound.

I had sailed that tall sailing ship with the flailing masts and I did not climb up there. Not even once. I would sooner/// jump/// overboard///

I am prepared to flee at all times. I note things like doors and exit signs, and the sign that says KITCHEN.

What community are you in.

Chinatown, a variety of China White but mixed with fentanyl/ VERY TRICKY TRICKS/ you are a kid pushing his nose up against the glass wall of death, and I cannot CANNOT do much more than throw information in YerFace you have always just ignored it and we here are, the end of two ropes we did this, fuck if I know why.

2Paint the sky with grey.

Hurricanes can hit Appalachia when they hit the mountains and flooding everywhere including Grandma’s. House. Of Prostitution.

That sea got cold. It was incorrigible.

And cannot know the why of why.

We do need that gig to happen. Pay for play. For many people on this planet who put food on the table as best as they can do and life itself can be a hurricane and perpetual hurricane stuck on the horizon but always out there last shaker of salt. Hurricane or no hurricane. You were eighteen now. It was almost time.