Hello?
I heard Something whistle;
Not someone -- some Thing.
Startled, I spun but saw
Nothing.
Deep in my sleep, I felt
Touching and breathing,
Next to my face some Thing
Resting.
Walking to work in the sun
I felt foolish, emboldened,
But close on my steps I heard
Laughing.
Now day's work is ending and I
Must be going. I look toward the
Door and it's
Gaping.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
The Stripping Year: An Epochal Adventure
The Stripping Year: An Epochal Adventure
Chapter One: Let's Start In The Middle
On your knees in a Georgia cornfield at two AM is no place to rethink life. But thats what i was doing. And searching for my glasses, clawing the dirt and dried husks in vain for spectacles or a shred of dignity. No luck, no luck.
Over my scrambling sounds and short breaths, close by angry redneck male voices not quite shouting but clearly cursing about whores and liquor, I heard Janey, invisible a few feet away, announce, "Time to go" in that voice I knew meant not only was it past time for finding glasses or luck, not only time to go.
Time to fucking RUN.
Chapter One: Let's Start In The Middle
On your knees in a Georgia cornfield at two AM is no place to rethink life. But thats what i was doing. And searching for my glasses, clawing the dirt and dried husks in vain for spectacles or a shred of dignity. No luck, no luck.
Over my scrambling sounds and short breaths, close by angry redneck male voices not quite shouting but clearly cursing about whores and liquor, I heard Janey, invisible a few feet away, announce, "Time to go" in that voice I knew meant not only was it past time for finding glasses or luck, not only time to go.
Time to fucking RUN.
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