there is genious in his splatter screen inventions, clamping the oil spilled screams of red peppers and american dreams through the use of a silver ring clamped out to a hollowed out pot belly ---
and i'm left
ever wondering if he still believes with his laughter and tell tale stories he once spoke to of me - ones where diners stapled together through now worn silverdollars, whatabout that day we drove past the raceway while new visions replaced old ways?
later
inish
maybe