04-05-2014, 01:17 AM
Next part goes like this:
Dirg
Because Tucker didn't like to swear,
he made a word, 'Dirg', up;
darn or dern were too embarrassing to say.
Day by day, lots of occasions came up to use his word.
Old man Cody used to sit out of doors all afternoon
being loud, where Tucker could hear him.
Cody didn't like his dog get up on him, so he'd holler at him,
kick him if he had to. Didn't make no sense,
a dog that don't understand English.
Not only that noise, but there were helicopters
and a highway right by the house;
they'd fly over the woods in the beginning of falltime
on the search for pot plants people'd started growing
earlier in the year.
Nobody ever would see Frankie anymore,
now he lived on his own, or with his sister and her baby son,
and he would draw cars, like race cars, and he drew
the helicopters what went over every day.
A real athlete wannabe, Frankie, he took karate when he was ten,
always wanted to fit in with the popular guys
not the cool ones, went from Country to Rap,
and played all the basketball styles of shoes, football;
Tucker remembered how Frankie'd got hard-ons
during wrestling matches, and somebody's stepmom
said she even thought he was gay.
They were talking about that sitting on the porch swing,
Tucker and Bobby. Bobby had got married
and moved to Tennessee.
"So long" was the last thing Frankie said.
About that time,
when old man Cody was going in for the night,
a helicopter started flying so low to the highway
that cars were running out the road thinking it was going to crash.
Inside his house, Tucker heard the phone ring,
and it was loud outside. By that time
dirg was a normal thing he said.
Almost like a tic.
Dirg
Because Tucker didn't like to swear,
he made a word, 'Dirg', up;
darn or dern were too embarrassing to say.
Day by day, lots of occasions came up to use his word.
Old man Cody used to sit out of doors all afternoon
being loud, where Tucker could hear him.
Cody didn't like his dog get up on him, so he'd holler at him,
kick him if he had to. Didn't make no sense,
a dog that don't understand English.
Not only that noise, but there were helicopters
and a highway right by the house;
they'd fly over the woods in the beginning of falltime
on the search for pot plants people'd started growing
earlier in the year.
Nobody ever would see Frankie anymore,
now he lived on his own, or with his sister and her baby son,
and he would draw cars, like race cars, and he drew
the helicopters what went over every day.
A real athlete wannabe, Frankie, he took karate when he was ten,
always wanted to fit in with the popular guys
not the cool ones, went from Country to Rap,
and played all the basketball styles of shoes, football;
Tucker remembered how Frankie'd got hard-ons
during wrestling matches, and somebody's stepmom
said she even thought he was gay.
They were talking about that sitting on the porch swing,
Tucker and Bobby. Bobby had got married
and moved to Tennessee.
"So long" was the last thing Frankie said.
About that time,
when old man Cody was going in for the night,
a helicopter started flying so low to the highway
that cars were running out the road thinking it was going to crash.
Inside his house, Tucker heard the phone ring,
and it was loud outside. By that time
dirg was a normal thing he said.
Almost like a tic.