image borrowed from bing
Kilgore Trout in Oklahoma
There were donuts in those days,
and commodities spaghetti. Phones
lived on walls, and they waited
at home to be called.
Kilgore was a tall man,
but you wouldn’t know unless he stood
up. He had a dog once. And a wife. Sometimes
he misses the dog.
His father lived in a trailer in his mom’s yard.
They were working on their third
divorce. The neighbors were aliens, waiting
for something good on the satellite dish.
His fans are vermin. He lives
in a basement apartment
in Muskogee. He is an olive
in a world of cherries.
C.L. Bledsoe
Posted over on his site Murder Your Darlings
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