Boy, Put that Wig Down

But don't pull your hair out. It'll fall out eventually.

Apr 14, 2015

Courtois River, Mark Twain National Forest

The drunk old man
stumbles up the path
slugging a PBR,

nods to us as he goes by,
walks to the edge of the cliff,
turns his back on the river--

a perfect backflip,
lands it with his beer can
held up out of the water.

His head emerges.
He takes a sip

and swims back to his raft.




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