Don't think I have ever altered this piece. Rare for me, but it feels finished, I suppose...came to me one morning when I was doing research for THE HOLE. Chk out that intense work, if you get a chance. The book is fast-moving, but it's also an incredible work of art. People are really responding to it, which was my hope. Shaking things up, yes. Sometimes, after people read it, they just look at me with a knowing nod, which is rad. Like a secret "The Hole" club. Hope you like this piece, and I hope you just ate a breakfast burrito, like I did. Love to you, C.A.
Morning Coffee, Attica
Only black,
Brazilian
brew
back then --
Jesus,
bring me the grandfather
clock.
I was wound up with her.
And now, the baby's not a baby.
I am one
of the last
of the few
with an out
date.
Now, instant, I'd kill for you,
you fucker.
It doesn't matter if it's Tuesday.
Waiting for the cleaner,
the weak, lying, prick from the south,
I bolt upright
and consider
the country.
In brave time,
six years,
I'll buy a blue-grey,
six-toed,
one-eyed
beast named
Bandeira,
make him a home-bed.
I do what I can.
I hang on the bars.
Yesterday, I traded a joint
for the hot.
Mop man,
slide the bag
of scalding water
under the hell door.
I'm sure you understand the quick
pour.
When the dogs aren't looking,
maybe I could make a deal
with a visitor
and fit inside one sister's
old, wet,
unbleached
pocket.
C.A. MacConnell
