A sort of life

Wonky plan contrasts with rivals’ grand ideas

RICHMOND, Va. — I’m leaning on the dark corner across the room staring back at me. So far back that my chest plays coaster to a tumbler of scotch. Panama hat pulled low. My palm rests on a beat up cane acquired from some place or other.

In one move, glass in hand, I lunge — stepping one. Two steps. Three. Swing. The hame ball finds jaw. And I’m thrown to the floor. Kayo.

And the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming.

Dreaming of you.

“Wonky plan contrasts with rivals’ grand ideas” is from Volume Three: Rock and Roll Part Three (2015–).

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion

A congested Jenny De Soto naps with a Kleenex stuck in her nose in Vienna, Va. on December 5, 2004.

I'm leaning on the dark corner across the room staring back at me.