105.  Create in Your Writing Room

 

Jim Thompson wrote The Getaway.

Ali MacGraw was in it, with Steve McQueen.

Ryan O’Neal was in Tough Guys Don’t Dance.

He played in Love Story with Ali MacGraw.

All famous people have fucked each other.

Sally Struthers played the vet’s wife

in one version, Jennifer Tilly in the other.

I liked Jennifer Tilly better.  I liked Alec Baldwin

and Kim Basinger better than Steve McQueen and Ali MacGraw.

I watch a lot of movies.

I read a lot of books.

I write a lot of books.

I don’t publish much.

I’m more likely to spend a weekend

at a fish camp in Sneads, Florida,

than at Escape to Create in Seaside.

I have everything I need right here.

I write to escape, Daddy.

John Prine was in Daddy and Them.

John Prine wrote “Paradise.”  Balder and them

play it.  The air smelled like snakes.

Mr. Peabody’s coal trains have hauled it away.

I am writing MEXICAN BUS FUMES IN PARADISE.

Sometimes Hardhat Snood called SEASIDE BLOG

MEXICAN BUS FUMES IN PARADISE.

In Mad City Chickens, the chickens guide a rattlesnake

into the woods.  In Joe Hutto’s My Life as a Turkey,

turkey poults guide a poison snake out of their territory.

I’m writing SEASIDE BLOG in my writing room

in Parker, across the street from Parker Bayou.

Our Obama poster.  We live in a rightwing shithole.

Sopchoppy has a bunch of hippies from the university

in Tallahassee.  Robb White wrote How to Build a Tin Canoe

about growing up in Carrabelle.  Jeff Potter ice-skates on

the pond when it freezes.  Up in Michigan.

Out Your Backdoor is not about anal sex.

I’m trying to exorcise Joe.

Formerly St. Joe Paper Company.

And FEC Railway and Florida National Bank.

It isn’t working.  You might as well curse the sun.

You might as well get your underwear twisted in a wad.

I pissed at a urinal next to Ed Ball once.  At Wakulla Springs.

I think of Nixon telling Harris of the Post, “Fuck the doomed.”

I look up Fuck the doomed in Google, and a reader comments,

“This didn’t really happen.  Thompson made it up.”

I don’t know if I saw Ed Ball’s penis

or only imagined it.

 


 

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