Hecko

[rowens]

Stacy made a video of her doing herself with a dildo
and posted it online for anyone to see.
Now if you ask her out she thinks
you've probably seen it and you're only trying to get in her pants,
and she'll only go out with guys that already have girlfriends.

Tucker decided one day that he was going to like younger women.
He met Stacy working at Revco;
she was working. Her being 19 to his 39,
he got her to talking; she asked if he had a girlfriend,
being embarrassed, he said "Yes."
They made a date.

In his car, Tucker worried what Stacy really thought,
him supposedly having a girlfriend
yet going out with another woman.
He thought maybe she was in to that because she was young.

They met up Thursday night.
Stacy was off that night. "Uhmm uhmm," she said,
clearing her throat, "uhmm uhmm."
"Where you want to go?" Tucker asked her.
"Uhmm Where's your uhmm where is she?"
She was trying to sound nervous about it.

"Oh we broke up," Tucker said.
Stacy was upset.
She cried the whole date quietly.
He took her home, watched her walk to her door
in silence.

Since he didn't hang out with the younger crowd,
Tucker never had anybody call him to say:
"Hey dude. Yeah. You date Dildo Babe, huh, bro?
Yeah, well. Yeah now. See ya later."
So he was clueless regarding any of that.

Later he tried again, not having her number,
at Revco; and she played the quiet game
like treating him with a strict customer service tone.
He asked was there something wrong.

It didn't matter that she said she was okay;
she fell in love with a guy round her age.
That's what's hard about dating younger women,
it takes a man to deal with them and to get over them.

[Erthona]

I didn't have a girl like that once,
although everyone else did.
Her name wasn't Stacy, it was Meera.
I didn't come home one night
and there was lizards all over my door,
it made me mad, so I yell
"what the Hecko!"
Meera said, do you want to see my tape?
I said, if you think it will stick.
We've been stuck ever since.
It burns calories, so it's a good way to lose weight.
we lost so much, that now we're like pieces
of a bleached aeolian harp
banging in the wind.
It's a tangled existence, but life could be worse,
she could have been a dog!
I never asked her age, but now it's too late,
I don't have a mouth to ask,
and she doesn't have one to answer.
So it's true, I guess, what they say,
too much sex can kill you!
It did me, I can't speak for Meera,
but neither can she.



dale

[rowens]

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.

[Erthona]

I said dirg once, but being Southern Baptist,
my mother made me strip naked
and she swabbed me with soap
and vinegar between the cheeks.
It was suppose to stop me
from using those type of words.
It just made me go underground,
but I had to cut that out as a
tunnel I had dug collapsed on me,
and I nearly suffocated to death,
so I guess it worked in the end.

I knew somebody's stepmom
but she didn't like me either,
but not for long, cause it
wasn't long enough of course
I didn't like Frankie either as
he was such a poser,
he never learned to play with himself
so he was always coming over and wanting me to play with him.
But he never really wanted to play,
he just wanted an audience to ohh and ahh
over whatever new shoes he had gotten.
He never played basketball in them,
cause he didn't want to scuff them.
I will say I liked Tucker with his one eyed car,
too bad about the dog though,
reminded me of a cat I once had
lunch with Bobby before he quick
doing tailpipes and got himself married.
I never could answer that question,
what did Tennessee, someone told
me it was Arkansan, but that can't
be right cause that's where Bill Clinton is from.