13,492. THINGS RUNNING LATE

THINGS RUNNING LATE

I demand the sense of completion,

before it's too late. Over and done.

Finito. The guy at the Red Lion says

I'm a fool, and I find myself agreeing.

That doesn't say much for self-esteem,

I guess; but there is a certain dignity

in accepting things as they stand.

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My friend Al took the gun. My second

cousin Eileen did a Virginia Woolf and

drowned herself. Here I am again, just

holding the bag, for something solid?

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I was watching a science fiction film

and (in my head) the guy said he was

writing a novel but he needed a name

for the lead female character; a old-style

book about old-fashioned ways in Russia's

old days. Someone outmoded, yes, and

it was on a far-off planet where all

things were still in (our) past.

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I went and suggested that he consider 

Anna Chronism. He said, 'Yes! That

might work indeed.' I replied, 'Don't

be a fool; does it really fit your need?'