Taos, NM sunset

Last night in Llano Quemado

As usual, there’s a lot of trouble damn near everywhere. At any moment it could get a lot more awful, too. One hardly knows where to begin, so I won’t. But it doesn’t weigh so heavy on me these days and hasn’t for a while. For now at least, I’ve pretty much lost interest in “fixing” or “saving” or “stopping.” Instead, I want to let things out.

Say you had a Flaming Golden Jesus riding on a tiger in you. Instead of pushing back on all the idiots—which only makes their backs and shoulder muscles stronger—just get out of the way and let the freaking tiger out. With so many idiots in this world, that might not scatter them all, but it might buy some time. What if your friend Lenny has a Flaming Golden Jesus in him, too? It’s not out of the question. You know, his own version, say a ’47 Studebaker but translucent, or a banker chain gang—Jesus is LOVE, chilluns! (We are going to need a lot of chain.) What if everybody has a Flaming Golden Jesus riding on a tiger in them and just leaves the window open?!?

Now we’re getting somewhere. They all be loose and doing crazy tiger stuff, like marrying folks and singing songs and raising vegetables and riding too fast in the wrong direction on big chrome motorcycles in the sky.

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John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore tells it, John is “a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” See BUFFALO LIGHTS, TAOS SOUL, ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE, and THE HELEN CHRONICLES. He has been publishing online since 1996 (Zoo Zone, Farr Site, MacFaust, GRACK!, FarrFeed). This JHFARR.COM site is the master online writing archive. Links to all current sites including NFT collections at linktree. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page.  

  • t ohare September 6, 2013, 12:13 AM

    …if that wife of yours ever tires of you…wink wink. Just kidding! But these things sometimes are so damn good they’re intimate as hell. Letting us inside your crystal palace of a mind…(perhaps a tad of mud and straw mixed in). Loved the first two lines. A complete novel, those. Felt like LA and the Santa Ana winds and the foreboding ‘restless natives’ stuff. Riding too fast in the wrong direction…ah!

    • JHF September 6, 2013, 12:25 AM

      I can’t claim credit for anything. All I did was look the other way for a moment, and the damn thing escaped!

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