A little country comfort for y'all

Abstract No. 3 - Pastel Painting

RED STATE OF MIND

We believe in law n‘ order

but we do like our vice. Not much

else to do on a Saturday night. The

MET ain’t coming to town any time soon

and I doubt American Ballet Theatre’d

get out of here unplucked(all

those nice little birdies in Swan Lake)un-

fucked(ditto)or undead.

What will we take? You name it.

Cut it with a razor and we’ll suck

it right in. Roll it and we’ll bogart it.

Sex? It ain’t subtle with us but it feels good.

Senseless violence? We can do that.

Shoot, we do that all the time, sometimes even for money.

Here’s number one on my hit list of great

out of town ass kickers. Three days

in Reno, Nevada—the “Biggest Little Town In The

World”—which is basically an over-sized slot-

machine with dollar-ninety-nine cent breakfasts—

all expenses paid. Sounds like a piece of heaven to me.

What was that you said about transcendence?

Well…it tastes like grits soaked in egg yolk.

Looks like a tired stripper in Fayetteville, N.C.

at two in the morning. Feels like a

pump-action shotgun ever so damp with linseed oil.

Sounds like Johnny Cash live at Folsom.

Smells like refried beans from a funky little stand

in Tuscon, Arizona. With cheese, lots of cheese.

That desert wind’s blowing hot today, and if you look real hard,

over yonder by the used car lot, you can just make out His

face in the swirling dust, frowning about

some minor offence, no doubt, but looking the other way.

He’s a good ol’ boy and this is His home town at the End of Time.

It's country time.

An exerpt from the Cohen Brothers' film "O Brother where art thou"