Last Sunday.
Walking south towards the bakery
on Wallingford
I saw this.
Old hippies
had been living in the Apex Cleaners building.
They put up posters of Jimi Hendrix
in the plate glass windows.
They put a Hendrix quote
on the reader board,
"Blues is easy to play but hard to feel."
Somebody got up there
and did a little bit of editing.
"Sleasy butts feel hard,
buy poo."
I am pleased.
3 comments:
Spelled in word veri "skine". For some oddish reason my little marker in my toolbar for The Last Rung has only been showing October posts - I thought you'd gone on a holiday, until now, when I've just read all at once. Some terrific writing in there Scaught. Really do need a novel out of you using some of these characters and settings and some strange guy with ringing ears wandering "lost at home" all through it. These are as atmospheric as Burroughs. I'm very sorry about the Tuba Man though. That sucks bigtime. I'm in love with Seattle through this now.
Oh god "foonch"! These words are too good.
I thought they made good use of the "S" in place of a "Z". Somebody has my admiration and thanks for their jumble skills which have punched through the gray mundane of the northwest autumn and shot us all up with some much needed scatalogical nonsense. Just like the assassin anad old Junkie said, "Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
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