CRAVING
THIS CRAVING IS PALPABLE
On my street there is a rickety rickety man inexplicably
tying string to the pickets of his rotting fence without
evidence of epiphany Somewhat like me (+you?) after
last night’s episode of True D on cable tv
Beyond smouldering stares+zombie glares there is a
cacophony of post-apocalyptic caricature Not that there’s
anything wrong with that Imagine a gangster +his mono-
syllabic wife perhaps A.I. discussing fertility treatments in
their Neutra home A scene straight out of the Twilight Zone
The one where in the reveal giants appear over the heads of said
couple And you know what happens next I won’t candy-coat it
Though I am beginning to wish that time was in fact a flat circle
Hands up all who miss Rust Cohle philosopher king
It is my sincere hope that Nic Pizzolatto gets some therapy I no
longer suspect he has PTSD just a serious case of Rod Serling envy
The rickety old man has an emaciated wife who stands on the stoop
croaking: Run for your life Sadly unlikely for me with a startle
reflex stuck on ON + a bulldog given to the mailman back in 1963
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oX2xFo7JA4
Summer 2015
songanddancegirl 