Can Of Green Beans

You Know Who, our infamous bodyguard, places a canned food item in between us.

"You guys got to arm wrestle for this one."

We are starving from being laid off. Both of us fought the battle of indiscretion, we raged with indifference yet falling in love is peaceful.

"I do not have the strength to hold his hand right now."

"Yeah and besides that I don't want to fight over a fucking can of beans."

"I just wanted to see you monkey around a while. Alright then....."

You Know is fasting a stretch of contortion; witnessing the jungle is reconsideration of necessity, one of which is food.

"Hunger is temptation..."

"Who is right; still got to eat though!"

"Yeah I mean we got to be able to do stuff."

"Hunger is an obstinate tendency."

"He is reaching enlightenment through starvation."

"How is it we feel like shit while he's a mental high?"

"Hunger is a state of mind."

"The mind desires more?"

"Yes I now understand why he does this...."

"I am about to pass out."

"Please do lay down for a while."

"You got to take it easy and channel your energy towards thought."

Mighty is hauling a hemp sack over his middle back full of pinto beans which bursts through the bottom in a pool of organ shaped confetti.

"Damn that was going to feed us until the end of our strike."

"I wouldn't call it a strike...."

"We do not choose to be unemployed."

Who is a tangent of philosophy....

"The stomach growls similar to how we become angry..."

"Yikes, tell me how I get pissed off!"

We both join You Know on the futon of luxurious meditation which is now his habitat; none of us want him to leave, our concern is we may never see him again.

"We become angry from selfishness."

"Right on..."

"Straight up..."

"So I shouldn't be pissed off about the beans all over the damn floor!"

"We will all pick each bean, one for one, to solve the problem."

Unusually aesthetic is the plucking of speckled lungs while bubbling sounds from Mouse's bong ties in this moment of aspiration.

"There's got to be a broken bat split in half stuck up Uncle Moe's ass!"

Mighty puffs a chug of laughter exhaust into our direction; we both duck from the oncoming contact high.

"Uncle Chuck must of caught the splinters when he sat down!"

A tremendous rumble frightens us. We find the source; a rather large night owl with his beak positioned in distaste of rats and snakes.

"See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil...."

"Well then you didn't hear anything..."

M & M is washing to a sieve all the pintos which fell; he delicately places each into a pot to boil.

"They're mad cause they don't understand why Moose and Charlie Horse let them go."

"What about you?"

"Yeah the same thing happened with you and Dino..."

"Barney told me it was cause they didn't have enough deliveries since the economy is bad..."

"The economy has been bad."

"The economy is bad."

"My brothers, excuses will only lead to one thing."

"What would that be Who?"

"Yeah You let us Know!"

"I miss those guys that flip the dough."

"The one thing this will become is a can of green beans."

Aluminum with perforated paper is dullness of distance as we contemplate simplicity of wisdom from desolate mouths.

"We will be in that can if we keep bitching ready to be somebody's last dinner."