Quentin Harvey

What's up there J Rockcliff
It's me
your fucking syndicate cohort
And I call you today to let you know that
whatever malfeasance you are up to today
I completely support you in your efforts
My hope is that as you drive
the fucking pristine and perhaps damp roads
of fucking western Portland
where the trees are perpetually green
and the grass is perpetually long and shaggy
that you appreciate the natural splendor
by which you are surrounded
Just take a look at those
jagged sawtoothed ridges
that are bedecked with pine, spruce, and
just inhale that fucking Pacific Northwest air
and revel, cold and damp and overcast though it may be
in the fucking, you know, God's country
that you live in
As you make your way back to your home
just think to yourself
I've got a loving wife and kids
upon which to dote
and sit there in your cozy kitchen dude
and your little dining room table
the warm lights on
and have yourself some food and beer dude
and you know, just take a deep breath
Goodbye