The Lykes Brothers ran a fish camp at Fisheating Creek,
next to Tom Gaskins’
on Highway 27. Up Shit Creek without a paddle.
We camped there once with the boys and Sara and Johnny
Casebolt. We toured the museum. We went on the catwalk through
a cypresshead. At the entrance there was a man in a suit coat, barefoot,
with a television set overhead, and a tape, on a loop. “If you watch
this here,” he said, indicating the monitor, “it will tell you everything
you need to know.” About cypress knees, museum administration.
He started the tape running and left. Saying a cypress knee had on
a Carmen Miranda hat is fanciful. In fact, why cut off
a cypress knee for that? Tourism development.
Support the arts. Or I’ll kill you.
No, that’s Support Mental Health.
Poor Michelle Obama gets The Haitians.
A bunch of heathens. Eat with sticks
and don’t love Jesus. Worship snakes,
disinter the dead, practice animal sacrifice,
and ululate, 20 or 30 to a house, or tent,
or whatever is necessary. Believers in animism.
They are a very religious people. Superstition, ignorance.
Hard as adamant. I, Godfrey, they have to be.
Eh, what? Lotta bastards out there.
Sex trade in
high places. Send me your bank information
and I will give you a Nigerian banking scam.
You may be rich and not know it.
Horny housewives want to make
your dick larger.