Paperweight

Saturday

6:40

Warning light and triangle sign converge. Let her off at the corner. Bad neighborhood? Diesel fumes. Ready to meditate? Landfill tea leaves. Warning light triangle sunburst. We’ll go offshore, dig a tunnel. We'll build a missile. We'll create call center enterprise zones, we'll farm fish big time, synthesize kidneys in vats and wrap it all up with a picnic. Medicate. Everyone invited, mandatory. Remove yourself at any time. Spine-finned sunfish in an inch of hot aluminum canoe-bottom mudwater.

About

Time

"Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might life all out of the ruck, be a worthy successor to—the man in the moon. Instead of breaking the back of a willing phrase why not try to follow the wheel through—approach death at a walk, take in all the scenery. There's as much reason one way as the other and then—one never knows—perhaps we'll bring back Eurydice—this time!"

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