Beagle in the City #288

Ethan: Simon! Come ON

Simon: (sniffing absolutely nothing. Looks back at Ethan)

Ethan: (Opens arms.) what the heck are you even doing?? I have to go to bed. It’s 8:30

Simon: Oh ok. My bad my bad. Oh also, if there’s bones in the bed. It’s not from chicken wings it’s from aliens…

Ethan: omg…are you serious?

Francis: oh hey, guys, I don’t know if you’ve noticed. But I just got a NEW scratcher scratcher upper. It’s brand new.

Ethan: Francis, I just gave that to you. Are you going to sleep beside it?

Francis: What’s it to you? Maybe I love this , maybe I don’t. I haven’t decided.

Beagle in the City #286

Ethan: Simon, hey, Simon, check this out. I found a documentary about poets.

Simon: What? No, I’m good, you’re a good poet.

Ethan: Simon come on man. I have chicken fingers. I’ll even make pie.

Simon: I’m sleeping. Good night.

Ethan: ….

Ethan: Hey Francis!

France: Yo, whassup wait is that pie?

Ethan: you want to watch this poetry documentary with me?

Francis: You know I’m always down to make fun of your profession.

Ethan: It’s not a profession, I don’t even get paid.

Francis: You really don’t have to make it easier. Just leave it like it is. I already told you I’m gonna watch the show with you.

Ethan: we can watch what you want next.

Francis: The aristocrats

Ethan: Again, it’s Cats- Aristocats

Bleeding ink #5,221

Maybe it’s a burned mirror

Maybe it’s a hurricane

Shadowed pain

I carried for too too many years

——

I can hear the crack of the baseball glove

I’m watching you do your best

Even though you just had open heart surgery ….

I never really realised just how old you really were—-just how young I really was …

——

And I know it’s cool

To have all these issues

And I know

It’s cool to say “they never tell you…”

But truth is-that’s all they ever tell you…

——

I tend to remember growing, bleeding, living…

Trying to find a way to spend what time I could, with you,

It’s strange realising your parents are just people like us

And it’s strange when they are gone

Suddenly any issues

All the rooms

All the drawers

That they occupied in your mind

All the questions

They are suddenly emptied

Fresh clean paper

You spent your whole life writing notes on – now it’s all empty

I guess I learned

Early

I did what I could while I could

And I’ve always been glad about that…

Sitting under a tree

Only talking about , God , sports and politics…just so I wouldn’t trip when you were gone …

But I remember working when I was little

And I remember the smell of all the old trucks…loaded with produce from the markets and listening to every braves game while we sold produce on the side of the road…

And I just wanted to say

We all turned out ok.

Because when you’re gone

It’s not like leaving home

You’re gone

Gone

Gon

So take what you need

What you can live with

Because everything’s eventually gone

And I won’t be here forever

I will eventually dissolve

And

It’s only words on paper

But all of this hate and bitterness

It’s not cool to stay a mess

I remember all the hate I held

Turned to ash staining my hands

The night you left

Realising

All that was left was the blood stain on the carpet …

And maybe it’s just –

Whether it’s love, whether it’s hate , whether it’s pride or Pain

It’s all too much for a heart to carry

So do what you need –

Whatever you can live with-

Eventually all that will be left of us

Is memory

It’s a fickle thing

And it always seems to change

Beagle in the City #283

Francis: what’s to eat! I put my order in days ago. Who’s running this joint anyway.
Ethan: Hey now, you big jerk…
Simon: Hey I was thinking we could eat sandwiches. Pastas. Oh wait wait…pasta sandwiches…
Ethan: (gags) it’s ok (gags again) how about a spinach salad…with salman…maybe-
Simon: what’s a s-s-a-lad??
Ethan: ….it’s spinach and greens…with oil and vinegar…salt and pepper…don’t use ranch it ruins it…like axe body spray…
Simon: I don’t get it?
France: Yeah me either, with all the oil and vinegar? Where do you put the lasagna?
Ethan: Great day, Simon, a salad is all the stuff you eat outside.
And Francis, we are not having lasagna…
Francis: ( big eyes)
Ethan: we’re compromising for spaghetti and garlic toast…
Simon: Yeahh Toast!

Beagle in the City #282

Francis: ugh I knew this would happen. You lost your job didn’t you?

Ethan: No, I’m on vacation.

Francis: So I still get snax?

Ethan: Yeah, you still get snax.

Francis: What are you going to do on vacation?

Ethan: I’m going to look at self publishing. You know , I was hoping I guess, that some publisher would notice my blog and publish that, but I’m just going to go ahead and start taking the initiative.

Francis: (coughs) ugh…I mean I don’t know to tell you this…but sure…your inspirational poetry is kind of really dark and heavy…I’m sure someone will buy it.

Ethan: Ooof. Hey, look who shared my post on Instagram…

Francis: Oh Wait…don’t tell me…Shakespeare?

Ethan: I’m never talking to you again.

Beagle in the City #279

Simon: Hey dad! Are you still at work?
Ethan: Nah I’m on my way home…
Simon: Oh. Well, you’re bringing home another bag of chips right?
Ethan: No. why? What did you do?

Simon: oh nothing nothing. Hey did you know we have eagles out here? I think his name is Brad, or Chad.

Ethan: What did you do?
Simon: You got yourself a beer right?

Beagle in the City #278

Simon: Bad news dad. I’ve decided I’m not talking to you.
Ethan: Oh really?
Simon: Yah, your polls are dropping. It doesn’t look good.
Ethan: Dang, and I was going to make sandwiches too…
Simon: I mean, I still have to eat. But I’m still not talking to you. Until I get what I want.
Ethan: What do you want ?
Simon: Hold on…I have to ask Francis, I can’t remember.
Francis: Enjoy your SADwiches….We’re voting you out of here.
Ethan: That’s the last time I leave NPR on the radio for you guys…

Beagle in the City #277

Dear doggie journal

Spare tires are GREAT.

Dad says we probably ran off the road last night because of the Dinosaurs!

It was OK though. He grabbed me and kept me from falling out the open window.

Dad showed me how the wheel bent when we hit that persons driveway…

My dad is the greatest. I knew he had everything under control. So when someone stopped to say hello, I went and told them “we’ve got this.” Just like dad always says… he says “it’s ok, I’ve got this. Everything is under control.” Real calm like that. It makes me feel better and it must have made them feel better too. Because then they left.

After that, dad asked me to sit in the car and let him know if I saw any mountain lions or bears. He kept asking for a Tea Bar. But I didn’t see any tea in the car so I just waited.

Today, dad says, we are going to go get a REAL jack and a Tea…T Bar and Flash Light.

Beagle in the City #277 pt 2

We’re all dads here…

Simon: Roll the window down dad. Now, punch it!

Ethan: it’s dark and I can’t see great, so I’m probably not gonna do that. Also, this is the side of the mountain. Dang son!

(We get ran off the road. Hissing begins)

Ethan: (grabs Simon to keep him from falling out the window)

Simon: We’re all gonna die!

Ethan: it’s ok, I’ve got this.

Simon: was that dinosaurs!

Ethan: yes, yes it was, they probably tried to pick up the car.

Simon: Gee dad, the car is making a flub flub sound.

Ethan: That’s the sound of a flat tire.

Simon: I thought ties were already flat.

Ethan: Hey it’s not bad. I’ve got to make a phone call. See how this wheel is bent and the tire is flat.

Simon: Someone is stopping. I’ll go check.

Ethan: Hey I barely have reception. I’ve got to call some folks and see if I have my flash light and jack in the other car.

Simon: It’s ok dad. I told them you’ve got this so we’re OK.

Ethan: ….you did what?

Simon: ….

Ethan: You know what, we’re on the side of the mountain. How about you sit in the car and let me know if you see any bears or mountain lions.

Simon: Whoa…yeah…I can do that.