Crawfordville

Friday, October 30

Crawfordville

We used to stop at Crawfordville on the way down to Panacea
from Tallahassee. They had a good hardware store. Bill Gwynn
wrote a book of poems called Loafer's Bench that had a picture
on the cover of men in overalls looking at the clock on the Wakulla County
courthouse. It was broke, and didn't work. It was right twice a day. Like them.
I bought a leather watch-fob at the hardware store. I had a pocket watch
and bib overalls. I put my Phi Beta Kappa key on the watch-fob.
I had a tweed jacket with blow-out patches on the elbows.
Tallahassee was not ready for me. My blaze-orange Velcro
skin-diver watchband. I dove at Wakulla Springs.
More men have walked on the moon than have been
down in that cavern. I was a stunt double for
The Creature From the Black Lagoon.
I fucked Julie Adams.
Ginger Stanley, her stunt double.
I fucked her. I fucked Ben Chapman and Ricoh Browning.


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