Garlic Knob

Not too tight, not too tight. Naw, make it just right, strap me in and guide me out. For I’m headin down South on my little blue raft, nice and natural navigating the mighty Miss, going down to Cairo and I ain’t got time to waste. Actually, not true, I do I do, I got all the time in the world. What’s time to a man at peace on a fine day with a slight breeze floating down the big muddy on a baby blue raft? Well, it’s navy blue on one side and baby blue on the other, royal blue front and pure periwinkle aft-side, for all you half-steppers.

I ain’t got time to waste. Oh but yes I do, Darn, I keep forgetting that. So used to being in a hurry, I keep forgetting to relax. Let me get out this fishing pole and sit here for a bit while I think. There’s no bait on the line, but I don’t care. I ain’t trying to catch nothing anyway. It’s just a fancy look for a classy guy on a nice day in his natural raft. First stop is the Garlic Knob down there around Lansing Iowa, a big crop of rock with a spot of soft grass down below. There must be some wild herbs growing all around, ginger, ginseng, garlic and even garam masala. Once I get there, I’ll dock old faithful on the beach and open up my cans of Vienna sausages. This is the length a man has to go through these days to not be run over by an Amazon delivery van. Hiding out in the little cattail marshes off of the main tributary.   

Let me take some notes of the accounts of the day, write ‘em down in my nice notebook. The black moleskin, with a carryin’ case made out of old bicycle tires. I got my special canteen, too, it’s a pigs bladder cleaned up real nice and coated with a nice natural neutralizer to give it some firmness. I was going to buy one on Etsy or Wayfair but then realized it might be delivered in an Amazon delivery van so I canceled the order. Made one myself. Went over to the abbatoir in St Paul and bought a dozen bladders and a fistful of chicharrones.  Gonna break them out tonight when I lay down to watch the stars float by in the night. The smell of wild herbs being chopped up for a nice breakfast sandwich fills the air.