April 25, 2011

Timberline

We went to the timber today.

We made a fire and let it burn down then we poked it up and throwed on a couple of piss elm branches.

When we could feel it real good and everybody else was dark or not there we scooched in, squared up with the world, and got back in tune.

Remember the song we wrote on the bus in Canada?

I still come in late and every time I do I see your eye twitch and I know that was one of our secrets but I reckon I’m just about done having secrets with you.

So anyway we went to the timber today and we played our songs and we all wished you wasn’t dead but we know you get that a lot and we know you wasn’t fixin’ to stay dead on purpose.

I don’t know if we’ll make it back to the timber next Spring.

A lot of things have happened in twenty years and there’s some talk of just letting you go.

We’ll see about that.

Good night.

comments

  1. Rick Neece on April 25th, 2011 at 7:05 pm

    Excuse me, there’s something in my eye.

  2. Daryl Scroggins on April 25th, 2011 at 8:48 pm

    Oh. Damn. This does it for me. Thank you.

  3. Cindy Scroggins on April 25th, 2011 at 8:55 pm

    This is beautiful. Beautifully written. I love the musicality of it.

    “I still come in late and every time I do I see your eye twitch and I know that was one of our secrets but I reckon I’m just about done having secrets with you.”

    God damn.

    Thank you, Christopher Walken.

  4. Tycho on April 25th, 2011 at 10:07 pm

    Nice. Will you be here all week?