Be leery of the unstabable man on the fast tractor.
There are plenty of people walking across fields in
early winter, with only one arm, looking for their
high school class ring.
My wife lay ill for weeks. I opened every window
to let the dust and moonshine in, and she got out.
I buried her at the bottom of the big brown
puddle in the driveway.
When winter comes I will skate on her grave.
Some of the peasants claim to travel as far as twenty
miles away during their sleep.
You can’t keep them down.
I’ll be a rich man by harvest, then I’ll send for you, my treasure.
I’ll bring you here to Ectoslavia,
and give it to you square on your thick little mouth.