100 Days 2010: June 2010

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

39 - Wonder

Only once, in the labyrinth jungles of Paris, begins the poet, but the cat's claw slams deep into his leg, and he pauses.

my dad stopped a subway train in its tracks --- fitting together loose ends, he'd have called it, but the hungry subterranean waters, like great moaning vultures, ripped him away...

The poet reads meaningfully from his new book of poems and shuffles his feet, but the cat begins its throaty wail, and he pauses.

The legs of the poet are like marmalade. He tries to read, but a flood erupts around him. Like wildcats in the pre-dawn, puddles run from his limbs and leap into the audience.

Applause reaches the poet's ears like a terrible rainstorm, drowning out even the cat's lingering cry. The poet becomes upset because no one can hear his poetry, but his hands are full of cat. The poet hears the sound of dark Parisian drums, the scream of the subway, and last the drone of the crowd chanting Sacrifice! Sacrifice!