Dreck

Django

today i tickled the giant who sits on the top of the hill

so i ripped some boots from the army store and off i went huntin

pulled out my .45, cocked it back and BLAM! . blew the head right off this chicken here

blood got on my sleeve and it sat on my collar all red and nasty and thick

hate the smell of dead foul. somethin ain't right about it. u get used to it she used to tell me.

she didn't know shit about killing chickens

stays on u all day like a big wet cigarette. sits in your teeth and in the hair in your nose

gets in your skin.

i picked it up and shook it for good measure. let the blood drain on my new brown leather boots.

then slosh slosh slosh all the way home

down on my porch i layed it. left a red mark where it sat.

and i plucked and pulled out the biggest feather i could find.
right down near its belly there it was all big
and ripe for the takin

placed it the center of my palm and walked on hillward

layed it all coy on the foot of the giant.

tickled him up and down and got in the pits real good.

real good.