Where Have All the Cowboys Gone – 1998 Atlanta

August 18, 2013

The side of my brain hurts as I woke up. Did I do something wrong? I remembered last night and the pain in my hip. I dropped you and your brother off in a rough part of town. It isn’t the roughest but it isn’t a country club either. (This is only important if you are keeping notes.) The oily puddles and leftover rain roll toegther into a Sunday morning mess. My brain still hurts a couple inches north of my ear. She throws the half-eaten banana in the dirty wet grass near the interstate. It bounces.

I hear a song that makes me think off summer of ’98. Grilled chicken on a wood fire and smokey men cussing as they serve plates of food. They tell crude stories in the kitchen– behind the scenes. The power goes out. I think you are lying to me. My relatives died. Back to the present moment and I sip some roasted nutty coffee from central America. I wish I could see a Toucan. He has a shiny black eye.

She told me she was concerned about my weight.

I had a grandfather named Paul and one named James. I had a great grandfather named Milton and another Brumby. The last two had farms. I always wanted to own a mule. What is at the bottom of a sinkhole? The water is clear and deep.

I can see around this. I know how it will end up. I am smart enough to see where this is going but not wise enough to steer the ship. The current is strong– too strong. I always wanted to climb to the crow’s nest but it is so high. The wind blows day and night. Clouds move in. I regret falling down in the road. Funny how our fragile nature can wreck havoc on our mental status.

We must have pity on those who do not know any better. We must have compassion on the young souls who have no experience. We should guard ourselves against aggressors. Be wise and watch your back. Say thanks to the Lord all around for what we have. Try not to worry about the things we dont have. The sun will come back out. If not then I will remember your beautiful  hands. Simple is the key. Listen to the birds and breeze.

I am going to come see you soon.

– kyle