Thoreau and Pierrot
Thoreau walks along the edge of the rails and ties drinking from several types of drinks he finds during his walk mixed together in a one gallon windshield fluid jug washed in the river and dried in the sun some days ago when he started the practice. There is nothing wrong with it. The sun is out and it is windy going through the steep grades carved through the hills for the intermittent, regular trains to run in. During the day’s walk he found the remaining contents of several cola type off brand soda cans, none of which had any ashes; the spit infused bottom of a malt liquor bottle’s dirty amber; and the bottom third of a tequila bottle filled with no amount of urine, he’s sure because he checked twice sniffing actively with his flaring, cratered nose. The body does need any solid nourishment for weeks on end notwithstanding detritus and gum.
