MARCH 11, 2023 Share Image credit: Still from "Tired snail eyes look around on a jog home" — courtesy of Lucas Haynes 16mm Situated 28-February-2023 Staving off the lower back pain of a man muddling middle age. But that would mean death at... never mind. The dull and dim concoction of nicotine, Endone, Turkey 101 and THC doesn't quell too much. I thought I was through it. Through with spine serpents snaking and looping and hooping round the bottom of my back, hissing at every movement and threatening bites of venom. Just sink the fangs in already slithering queen of mediocrity. Maybe those days jogging mattresses up staircases for minimum wage are ghosting my future plans. Plans to stand up and walk from one room to another. We put off dinner because hanging paintings has taken all day. Where does the damn Rigney go now that he's away? Gone? in a different place. Another home. One I've never been to. But green pastures for his bare feet to roam.