Slouch

Slouch The day ended like any other day. The fall leaves blowing. The crisp smell of decay and life mixing together. I sat. I sat next to the fire I had just built. The flames licking the air Quickly rising out of the pit that I had just dug. I drank a beer. Then another. I smoked a cheap cigar. It was a good day. I didn’t punch a time clock. I didn’t make any money. But I had a feeling of accomplishment building up inside of me. I hadn’t showered in two days. I hear things. I see things. I just want to stink. Stink and sleep.