The In's And Out's Of Isolation
By butch
He lives in the desert; not in a town like Mojave or city like Phoenix, but, surrounded by joshua trees, and tumbleweeds in a homemade shack with plywood sides, and plastic tarp roof. he sleeps on tarp floor. he has some furniture; an old lounge chair held together with duct tape and wire, an old fruit box for a coffee table, a sleeping bag. and extra blankets. a little radio, he sometimes has batteries for, when panhandling is good. the dog, his companion and friend, listens to him as if he understands his constant rambling. he walks to town and finds coke cans, carries them in the abandoned stroller he found behind Walmart, along with his other gear. after the gatherings he comes back home, and , waits for the night. he knows no sleep will come, it's either too cold or too hot, or too many bugs or too many thoughts, and, tomorrow brings another long day. Written April 1st, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 12:30 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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