Life

Ya think anyone cares? New rehab place for my hip operation. I go today. My emotional mood could tip either way. The hospital fucked up my meds. I'm on the bi polar rollercoaster. The sound of a steel guitar note saws through Frank's gut. He knew what he had ahead of him. He'd gotten Winnie June preagnant, not out of love, but lust for those legs, those thighs, those feet. The kind of love that turns you into a human jack hammer. Out in the parking lot of The Gold Cup Bar and Music Emporium among the gravel, beer, sweat summer dressed Winnie starts to fight. Three months with child she knees Frank in the nuts. He sinks to his knees. Seeing bands of bright red pain he takes a wild round house right connecting with Winnie June's stomach. She doubles in pain. Frank watches as his young son drools down June's legs in a mass of red blood and egg white placenta. Frank stumbles towards his Buick, up chucks, calls 911, for June, and speeds off. Jail time is there spreading it's legs. Franks doesn't know how to get there and doesnt want to find the road to it. Haggard on the radio "I Take a lot of Pride In What I am. Frank doesn't nod.