Redneck Ruins Tanka
Hunter
Sky is still dark now
Soon sun will rise, expose prey
A chill in the air
Gold and orange leaves on ground
Gun loaded, he is ready.
Drunk
Perpendicular
Then seven whiskeys later
Parallel on filthy floor
Puke in hair, not a good thing.
Let’s get you up and go home.
The Bar
Bar smells like urine
Cigarette smoke burns the eyes
Bar flies stare at tube
Nature this ain’t, that’s for sure.
Better go outside for air.
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Absolutely wonderful !!
It’s a ‘Tanka truck’ 🙂
Love love it !!!
an unusual and creative use
of tonka. like the realistic tale
you tell
Great!
I love it that Coleman calls at a “Tanka Truck.” Skilled work!
This was fun- love the strong sense of place you capture in so few words!
To watch the devolution— the hunter of game becomes hunted by his addiction, “dead” in the bar. I don’t known if that’s what you meant, but that’s where my head went.