I am good, I am never going to stop being alcoholic…

You be grand too…you be addicted to something…

Charismatic addiction. 

I am taking the car with me, 

I am going clear from countries and secluded gas stations. 

The car will be parked outside an unfriended mountain, 

alone, productive…a melancholic shot across the brown field. 

There’s no rain here and you have stopped making cookies…no reason to stop being the touring craftsman. 

Okay, now there are three things I will be keeping here for you, 

my harmonica…play it with flying eagles, 

a book…a poetry book, you don’t have to read it…you can pass it on to any broken child who wants to be a suicidal painter, 

and lastly a chilled beer…it’s mostly for the infinities you have given me. 

Cheers.

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Photograph: Google. 

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