fat finger

can't use my 99¢ barber shop comb because i'm all swollen up.

middle finger dinged by a devil rooster.

they call him 'Clem.'

and i'm tempted to ring his neck.

'lil bastard.

see, he's a fighter.

kid's got these spurs -- two-inch long spines above his feet.

long, tapering to a needle-like point.

and like the Viet Cong, he smears his punji sticks with feces.

-- his own.

double edged sword of sorts.

you got the laceration, and the infection.

and i got both.

swoll up like retired tennessee coal miner, my finger is.

hurts, too.

nothing to write home about, but an amazingly effective defense.

got the finger to prove it.

wet...rooster

oh, and he got a bath.
shoulda seen him.
eyes closed.
warm agua.
if a beak could smile...

monday night cock fights

Clementine Fluff vs. Stuffed Duck

Hey, I took a break from writing. Don't judge....

so, i took a break from writing

sat outside - in the backyard - and had some one on one time w/Clem.

my fuzzy-footed rooster, cochin banny-type.

purchased @ a gas station in wilmington, ca.

unfortunately he didn't say much.

no, no, no.

the high-pitch cacophony of shrieks occurs @ 4:15 am.

on the dot.

every.

god.

damned.

morning.

but we chatted.

he stared.

and pooped.

and blinked.

and pecked @ my nipples.

and went through a series of tourette-like head jerks.

which has been captured, via a sony cybershot, for posterity.

hey, whaddya expect? i've been laid up for the last few days w/the pig flu...

i'm asking you to believe

hope