After a lifetime of despair, I collapse on my front lawn. As my head hits the green Spring grass, I remember how I got here: trust no one.
I realize I trust no one because I don't trust me.
As birds sing out to each other I spy two insects exactly alike only one has small pieces of purple and gold draped on him as if they were a hat and a robe.
The draped one is giving absolution to the second one and I think: "How can one insect give absolution to another?"
Neighbor across the street comes out to check his mail. His face is bloodied and one eye injured and patched. It was from his auto-feeding cyber fork. He need only sit there and food is delivered to his mouth.
Only its aim is not too good and it is possible he could lose that eye. "But isn't it cool!" he pleads, begging for belief.
Two brazenly blonde girls of rich man's loins stroll down the street. Too late they see me splayed in green demise and proselytize that all their blessings "flow from God."
I sigh, "No one who believes that says that." I don't know if they heard me.
Johnny "Ten Toes" (Don't ask. He just wanted a nickname) pulls excitedly into his driveway. He gets out and exclaims, "Don't just be smart, be Wal-Smart!"
People wander over to see a giant "W" branded onto his forehead. Johnny explains he's getting a commission for the disfigurement.
"That's a pretty smart whore!" assume many in the horde.
A loudspeaker from a pickup truck blares around the corner. In the back is a frail man propped up by stiff dried lizards who used to be men. A sign says, "STRONGEST MAN IN THE WORLD!"
He's known as the Great Deceiver and as such those who can still move (unlike me) gather around. I hear a woman say, "Only the deceitful tell the truth. Everyone else is a sucker."
Enraptured, they follow him to a nearby cliff of fatality to flap their arms and fly. An Earnest Man tries to stop them. "Verily I say unto you: Do not go off this cliff or you will die!"
I realize I trust no one because I don't trust me.
As birds sing out to each other I spy two insects exactly alike only one has small pieces of purple and gold draped on him as if they were a hat and a robe.
The draped one is giving absolution to the second one and I think: "How can one insect give absolution to another?"
Neighbor across the street comes out to check his mail. His face is bloodied and one eye injured and patched. It was from his auto-feeding cyber fork. He need only sit there and food is delivered to his mouth.
Only its aim is not too good and it is possible he could lose that eye. "But isn't it cool!" he pleads, begging for belief.
I sigh, "No one who believes that says that." I don't know if they heard me.
Johnny "Ten Toes" (Don't ask. He just wanted a nickname) pulls excitedly into his driveway. He gets out and exclaims, "Don't just be smart, be Wal-Smart!"
People wander over to see a giant "W" branded onto his forehead. Johnny explains he's getting a commission for the disfigurement.
"That's a pretty smart whore!" assume many in the horde.
A loudspeaker from a pickup truck blares around the corner. In the back is a frail man propped up by stiff dried lizards who used to be men. A sign says, "STRONGEST MAN IN THE WORLD!"
He's known as the Great Deceiver and as such those who can still move (unlike me) gather around. I hear a woman say, "Only the deceitful tell the truth. Everyone else is a sucker."
Enraptured, they follow him to a nearby cliff of fatality to flap their arms and fly. An Earnest Man tries to stop them. "Verily I say unto you: Do not go off this cliff or you will die!"
"Now that we shut him up we can be free and fly!"
The Earnest Man is duly crucified as a power-mad controller bent on preventing their flight to salvation. The Great Deceiver lashes out.
"What is this 'Gravity'? Show from where it comes. If it cannot be explained it must not be true!"
But as the first one falls screaming to his death, the next in line proclaims with pride, "I hereby double-down!"
As does each that follows. His mission fulfilled, the Deceiver continued on his rampage across the land.
Atop a hill afar with the setting sun glowing behind it, I see a raven-haired girl lost in mystic Spanish sorrow cry tears of gold.
A dream meant to be she does not see, slipped forever in time.
"We haven't had that spirit here since 1969."
