my buddy jakE
will call me once in a while
or I’ll call him
and he’s always doing something
that I could never guess
once I called him
and he was doing undercover
investigating at an atheist
convention in california
for a theology professor from Texas
camera in the briefcase
type set up
and he’s tall
stands out in any crowd
I thought to myself:
“what is up with THIS guy?”
when I first saw him twenty something
years ago
undercover infiltrator
I pictured him in a
wig wearing awesome sunglasses...
the kind that have a camera pointed
at whomever you’re talking with
or he’s hiking in the mountains
with a witch doctor
or he’s taking three years to transcribe
a handwritten book in Irish
hen scratch by an author
from the 1700’s
or maybe he’s sitting at
C.S. Lewis’ actual writing desk
or working for a Vietnamese slum
lord named Nagasaki
or giving country music star,
cody canada an in depth
account of a bandana that was
on order…
(with photos)
so tonight when
I called him up
he asked me to guess
where he was
'I can’t.'
Camping in a tent outside of a
tent store waiting for it to
open.
and I asked why
and was told that one guy in line
ALREADY won a tent
'but don’t you HAVE a tent? the
tent that you are in?’
‘ha, ha….yeah…but there are also discounts
on other stuff.’
‘other tent related stuff?’
of course jake’s camping outside
of a camping store
and I’m glad he is
out there gooning
around the galaxy
seeing what type
of wacky he can get
in the middle of
sleep well tonight, old friend
underneath the glow of the halogen
lamps,
sprawled out on the sidewalk…
feet hanging out the tent door
get my something nice,
old boy
something campy...
