Above the waterline

April 2014

She is obviously crazy.  No proof.  Not even a tiny bit.  Just a fear of dolls and baths that won’t go away.  But that’s probably just part of the crazy.  Lots of people are afraid of clowns.  The dead panic inside is probably a recognition that here sits the laziest person in the universe.  Lazy lazy lazy.  Crazy crazy crazy   They rhyme!  What fun.

There is nothing.  Just endless football stats and baseball schedules.  Nothing to go by in any of the endlessly dull letters that could induce a coma.  The girl must not have liked him much.  She always left the baseball schedules and football articles inside of the letters.  I wonder why.  I guess she didn’t care who the Twins played.  I feel bored just thinking about it.

She is screaming to be heard.  She is screaming...what?  That no one cares about the Twins.  All of those letters.  Thousands and thousands of words saying nothing at all.  We know how to do that, too.  All of the millions and millions of words we utter, each one leading into the same gray room, the words all piling up until like a slag heap they kill everyone in a mining disaster. 

It’s a family talent.  The vacuum’s logorrhoea.  Gifted and talented, woo hoo hoo.  No one will ever be as clever as us.

you keep me wandering between 

the promise and

the threat

so I stay where 

I am 

with all of the questions

I never thought

to ask