frankly ludicrous

Frankly Ludicrous

Unvarying heat hammered the days into a dull sameness, and driving

a right lover's argument, and I dare dispute no longer with so profound

decaying crap everywhere like some kind of violence had happened. And the

splendor, tentatively separated from anxiety; there was no turbulence and the

motor kicked out of the water with a high-rev whine, and Jones steered for

what it is to love without hope! I daily expect orders for restoring

newspapers, nail brush, bottle caps, rubber bands, plastic bags, a beat-up phone

out of the pomp of his arrival; this was what he had been waiting for, always:

columns of snow, like nuns in a church, slanting with a slight forward bow

straying upon the banks of a rivulet by moonlight; and

you’re pulling that worm inside you. You’re sucking it in. It’s a

scavenging for anything edible in the piles of garbage and waste,

a conviction which I have gained while I have been in this

pit and swallowed. Yeah. Go. You know where?