People say that I loaned Johnny Cash money but that’s not true. I just gave him the funds. Johnny and June were family.

Johnny was the great Husbandman

June, his earthly garden

sometimes when the good stuff came to town

Johnny would hoot and holler

surely this is what our Lord meant

TOILING AND SPINNING/GOLD AND SILVER IN ABUNDANCE

standing in the shadows while their world is destroyed

poor devils on the evening news

knowing not what direction

they tumble or fall

Adele donated an acorn

(+) wavering and tossed about, weightless on Earth

RECOGNITION OF THE PROBLEM’S COMPLEXITY

ATTRACTIVE FEMALE IN A BUICK WITH FIVE HORNEY REDNECKS ATTRACTIVE FEMALE IN A BUICK WITH FIVE GAY MEN

Reality: a misquotation from Emily Dickinson:

you could borrow me

return me free of charge

I am a gift (often unopened)

THE GIFT NOT OPENED

Please do not count my number, just ignore me, I am yesterday before space grown cotton socks, before Mick Jagger, some woman singing about being a “woman”, I find myself, “the gift not opened”, possibly the same thing, perhaps once opened I would generate a large number of gifts, I am easily fascinated, liking both silence and noise, never a dull moment I might smoke and ingest, edibles and the strange world, smell me I remind lovers of a blossoming apple tree, dig up the grave of Robert Frost and send me visual proof, sometimes I exist in a TV Western but that is private, best friends with a benevolent hero, unfolding gay cowboys, untidy women who will put their cooter on display, ultimately unavoidable—Michael the gift, the gift unopened

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