Leafy green branches flittering on the breeze, outstretched before clouded skies of blue over masses of roof’d television antennas seen outside an upstairs window, half open..crib’d baby lays down his head beholding, crying for water, “Wahh-ter! wah-ter!” No one hears but the dog, lying beside him down on the rug, quietly thinking about things. Everybody’s downstairs watching the game (all the men)..popcorn, beer, pretzels. Later, timely change of diaper, very soaked, strong smell of ammonia, strains of the half-time show, –and smoke! rising out of the den. Summer muddy monsoon puddles in beat-up grass mirror mushroom lightning strikes, “Hike!” roll back, and hand-off the ball for a gain of maybe about thirty-two; and now they’re calling for a TIME-OUT. (“Hoo-rah.”) Many, many millennia’s of ripped-out goalposts later, the baby’s son got a baby, baby boy..Baby! The wife left them, then, humiliating after that last Superbowl at two million a second for the advertising (adjusted for thee inflation) mostly pitching the new card-board cars – earth friendly ones – freshly assembled from Uruguay; and, so now, scores of Superbowl’s later, he, too, settles down to rest himself, looking out of windows on fallen leaf’s frittering cross’t-a crusty lawn onto the driveway, collecting under a junk car made out of card-board leakin’ oil..autumn crisp! leafs of red&brown&gold, rattled by perennial gusty winds preparing for the arrival of snow, snow, the color of his hair, a dog a dog howls, barks, scratches..the moon, big blue moon rises also, So! where’s daddy at? and where’s the TV for cryin’ out loud?! At the repair shop getting fixed. Well why all the procrastination’s? dear God in heaven give us a Word! (Divine peroration?) “Third-and-two’s the situation.”
Scruffy's..Blurgh! 