Fresh Ash, Roadkill and Swinging Dicks
A narrow, grey road with yellow interrupted lines running in the middle.
For now, everything is fine for Wyatt. He just got a job. How about that.
Wyatt got a job as an accountant for a firm he can’t remember he applied for
He won’t go to his job. I mean, what’s the point?
He was acknowledged as a hard working, down to earth, tight knit individual.
Why would he want to spoil such a picture? Wyatt laughs. He just thought of that.
His laugh dies down to a smile. He is content. For now
The road is still grey and narrow but Wyatt sees it ending just along the horizon
Caressing the Americana
The sun’s there and that’s where our absent accountant will be
He grabs the clutch and wakes up his Ford 88
The car has seen better days out the factory’s gates
but not roads as slick as this one
Smells of fresh ash and roadkill
Wyatt loves his Ford as much as he loves not showing to his first days of work
He thinks that as long as people see him for what he appears to be,
then that is his true self
Wyatt has been so far described as: optimistic, caring, mentioned hard-working but he’s been called that at least 2 times so,
flexible, passionate, attentive, a team player and adaptive
Adaptive. Adaptive. Wyatt has this word stuck in his head. He is adaptive
He adapts to whoever’s expectations. He knows what they want and it’s easily enough provided for them
A smile, a handshake, sometimes a flirty wink
Yeah, Wyatt just remembered about Susan from Cairo, Illinois.
Those lips could have grown on trees
Anywho, the road’s almost changing to a blackish hue.
Must be Missouri
That’s where the horizon is, and where another will soon come up
But Wyatt wants to stick around Missouri now
The road is just as slick
Also, he has an interview in 2 days
The man from everywhere inbetween
Wyatt spits over his cracked window
Now entering Missouri
The land of whatever you make of it
That’s not Missouri’s slogan but Wyatt’s
That’s America after all. Every American knows it,
Wyatt just happens to know it a little better
But Wyatt is getting ahead of himself.
He stops his Ford in the middle of the road. No cars in sight,
nobody wants to go to Missouri on a Tuesday evening
Wyatt yawns and licks his phantom molar
Had it punched out by a Mexican in San Francisco
Over another Susan.
He was going through a phase but it’s an instant chuckle every time he yawns
Making fatigue addictive since 88’, Wyatt grins
He gets out and kicks gravel into gravel
and looks on yonder to the road he just came on
Blacker than coal in a freshly christened mine
Now’s the time to piss
Unzip and stare into the void.
Piss away your past, absent accountant
Your calling is fresh starts. Anywhere, everywhere
The roads have seen their fair share of people looking for a fresh start
yet Wyatt can feel the gaze of those that looked behind
Just as he has
Just as he always looks every time he stops after entering a new state
Missouri in this case, may prove to be the one
But it’s a Tuesday, and there’s plenty of days to fuck up. Wyatt knows this,
the thought plays again and again in his head like a dying cricket
He won’t last much in this world by thinking about the howls
And the hum drums and the past
Wyatt will try to lick his phantom molar to remember about the time he got his shit kicked in but it won’t stick,
Susan’s gone, that one and his
He just thought about it now
Wyatt groans,
he finished pissing a while ago but the past does not care about swinging dicks in the Missouri night air
The smell of roadkill and ash implied a sense of unbecoming even for the world weary
He gets in his Ford 88,
He shows his teeth.
He shows his teeth when something’s not right.
