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?
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…
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.
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.
Simon: dad, dad,dad, is that a sandwich?
Simon: with lettuces, mustard, cheeses, two May toes, and deli sliced ham?
Ethan: Uhm, maybe.
Simon: I too enjoy those things…
I mean, I really wish I had a sandwich.
(Five minutes later)
Ethan: Simon, where’s your brother Francis? Francis? !? Dang. Help me find him…
Simon: Uhm What? How do I do that? He’s not here.
Ethan: your nose!
Simon: dad, don’t be a dumb dumb, I can’t find Francis with my nose! That’s just silly.
Ethan: ok, sure, you can’t count either, but you know when I have three crackers left…
Simon: ok dad, you know how you make a fruit cordial?
Ethan: No how?
Simon: I don’t know, you’re nice to it or something…
Francis: Hold it! Hold it!
Ethan: Oh boy, I need a drink, you want anything France?
Francis: yeah, I need to get uncomfortable, I mean, more comfortable.
Simon: …I’m just saying I don’t think it was a dino-sore…but I did hear something…
Ethan: Nah man, I saw one the other night…jagged teeth…hopped around in the bushes…
Simon: whaaaa????
I know, I’ll ask Francis. He never lies.
Ethan: now for the important thing…you want a sammich?
Simon: Sandwiches!
Ethan: you know, I really think this is going to be easier than the others…
Simon: uhm….I think this board is upside down dad.
Francis: what is this anyway? A litterbox? You shouldn’t have. Let me see…you know, I think I can work with this.
Ethan: France, every piece of furniture is NOT YOURS.
Talk about
Your doomesday state of mind
All the colour from the sunrise
Fades…
Worn through
Bleached out
I’m cut open
Like the emptiness inside of this room
——-
She says
Tell me again
How I’m too much
And never enough
And
The way we landed
From sky high
To these trenches
——-
They said we would always have ….
And they said
Even gods and angels
——
The hurricane is coming
How hungry will you be
Esau sold his birthright for a bowl of stew
Jacob wrestled God until morning
——-
It feels like a 100 lb anvil in the center of my chest
I keep looking for truth
Keep looking for you
But all I see
Is these rains
These days
This hurricane
Simon: The Velociraptor waits patiently for its pray. Hidden, camouflaged in the grass… using a decoy for distraction…
Francis: (in the window) hey! when do we eat? I need to make a reservation!
Ethan: you clever girl
Simon: (pounces)
