Wednesday, April 29, 2015

6667. ALL OF A SUDDEN

ALL OF A SUDDEN
All of a sudden the light in the heart went out and
the canyon was distraught. That Mandlebaum guy,
with the swastika hatchet, started swinging at the
library of old. Not a word was spoken, not even a 
mouse. Two reporters came by, swizzling for facts
but writing nothing down - 'we can make the story
fit the quotes later.'  The blond one said that.
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I look back on things, and I can only remember the
years  -  when the century turned, and then the towers
were struck, and they fell, and it was a sunny, nice
morning, about a week after an equally nice Labor 
Day. The only reason I mention that is because for
weeks after it, whenever they ran bios of the dead,
someone always ended up saying, like, 'he was the
nicest person  -  it was only a week ago we all had a
great time on Labor Day, with him, at a cookout.'
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So funny how things run together : same as when
John Lennon was killed   -  the quotes went 'we were
just together last week, him and Yoko were over for
Thanksgiving.' All of a sudden the light in the heart
went out  -  or did I say that once already? No matter,
I sense there are fallen people everywhere.

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