IF EVER I WENT
The kaleidoscopic sky was fooling me.
There were ribbons of light, but they
were at the ends of my eyes, my vision,
my scene. Like a mountaineer out my
window; something that shouldn't have
been. The pizza man, on the other hand,
was an ordinary boring old welt of a
guy - flipping dough while watching
the wall-mounted TV. It was telling
nothing, ever, never did; but he was
watching anyway - always always did.
I figured that just went with the territory,
slinging pies or hearing lies, no difference.
Two kids came in, they were arguing about
fireworks, of all things - blockbusters and
M80's, whatever that meant and whatever
they mean. One was greater than the other.
Like some Algebra scene only mixed up
kids could understand. They ordered four
slices and a two sodas, between them. Idle
away another day, my fellows. Go. But too
soon to go to market, whatever your futures
hold, keep away. Work, or women, keep away.
You'll need your strength for other things.