Monday, January 18, 2010

693. AGGRAVATION

AGGRAVATION
Unfold the illumination,
rotate the view. Watch as
it all flutters above. It is true,
and quiet, here in Almaville.
The two boys, below the bridge,
are comparing their catch - a few
wriggling fish, already near death.
Life is pretty miserable, no matter what
else may be said. The master mechanic
from the old garage across the alley -
his hands are blackened with grease,
and his coveralls look pretty much the
same. He wants to light a cigarette, he
says, but can't even reach into his 'good'
pants pocket to get them. 'Life is full of
shit,' he says, 'one damn thing after another.'

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