this morning the sun slurs its
color because of the fires and it
reminds me of LA purple haze
on reds just like Science Fiction
but way back then we still went
out the front door like we do now
going to work so when I pull into
my flea market with all that shit
I left out the day before and I find
Freddie Schonchin my old time
partner and great great great
grandson of Chief Schonchin of
the kick-ass Modoc War crashed
out in a pile of clothes I wake him
up with an ice cold King Cobra just
to start the whole thing all over again