Saturday, February 25, 2017
Monday, February 13, 2017
Next day, the class was so far away and soon. Books to carry and papers: the bag broke so I left it. The way uncertain, strangers unhelpful, roads misleading. Beer fests, old timers making brass handles with tall machines in my way. I screamed. I felt I was trying to do right but it was all against me.
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
I had a preying mantis and walking stick. Someone put them together in a bird cage and they faught, I found them alive but with no appendages. I gave them to Brad Pitt and soon after he died. I spent the rest of the night, dream to dream, telling people I'd killed Brad Pitt and dreading the consequences.
Monday, January 23, 2017
An obese woman on a hospital bed after I'd inserted a metal catheter, bolts and all. We were moving her to a gurney to be carried off by helicopter. We flopped her on the gurney, ignoring her screams and physical resistence. We strapped her in without any protection from the cold but a hospital gown.
I hiked a hill and found the summit was entirely muddy shallow water. I walked through the water to catch a view but was swept up in a current towards a ledge. Accepting this fate, I closed my eyes and went over, calm as I fell, soft landing near shore. I climbed out onto a curb near a line of shops.
Friday, September 16, 2016
...I was walking with you down a school corridor and the power went out. You scurried around the corner quite unexpectedly forward and away from me. I shouted that I was lonely then, when you did not answer, I returned to the classroom from which we had originally emerged. I had tasks to complete but I did not know where to begin.
I can only think that it was you Gig. Where did you go? Death does not suit you. But then, you always wore ill´fitting suits.
I can only think that it was you Gig. Where did you go? Death does not suit you. But then, you always wore ill´fitting suits.
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