GOAT HEADS IN THE YARD (1986) Gonna be another scorcher today. The sun shines ferociously, In this place where we dwell. I refuse to call it home. Strange, for a place that is continually hot, I have never warmed up to it. Desert life. No beach. No green lawn. Three little ones at home. “Better wear shoes” I warn. “Watch out for goat heads in the yard”. I miss my mom. I have few friends here. I have one loyal pal, however. Phil Donahue every afternoon. Phil, me and Carlo Rossi with a splash of Cactus Cooler. Every day at 3:00. A party of sorts – to ease my mind. Our wallets are empty, But our trash is always full. Too many Bud bottles and a box from Nick’s Pizza. Jimmie is a welcome sight in the evening. Sawdust in his long hair and a sweat stained t-shirt. The kids have fallen asleep in front of the television. “Let’s smoke in the backyard” he says. We chat and feed the dog. Jimmie hands me a check. “I finally got paid” he says. “We may perish from the heat” I joke, “but today, we won’t die broke”. “What’s the temp for tomorrow” he asks. “104” I sigh. “Gonna be another scorcher...
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