The Case of Hank the Cowdog, Courage, & the Sleeping Hounds

Cracks in the residual of tempera.
Inlay within these bales of hay
In foreign lands of tempura shrimp.
I tend to the crops,
As a worker of a field.
In the hands of bays & pigs
Bread stales in loafs.
as we stall.. mustangs and all…
Listening to a tale too stale, to wag & shake, without a treat.
I traveled gulf to gulf.
In pursuit of token.
In the world of Tonkin.
Trading Silver stars, for a golden ticket.
With Tuskegee in the air.
Weighing on my mind.
Like the letters from my friend(s), Fried’ n, Rich’
My buddy’s heart is purple & his face is too.
I prefer to stay blue.
The color red can be ‘a bit out of season for my taste.
Especially after the lies/lights of the 4th.
Veteran Days & eventual return to labor.

C. 2024 / Published: Untitled: In Progress* / Unfinished Works by: Jet Le Parti

Presented at "Burn Pits, Settled Dust, & Weather Reports" at Base 36 / (NY)