Who Goes There?
“Where wisdom reigns, there is no conflict between thinking and feeling.” — Carl Jung
Woman walks into a bar.
Church bells are playing on the radio in my head.
No melody to speak of.
She pauses behind each patron.
Barely brushes their backs with her fingertips.
Walks on.
I’m up now. A shiver shakes me.
She sits.
Why me?
I want your energy.
And what do I get in return?
Sexual pleasure.
I’m holding a Simon and Garfunkel album first released in 1966.
Without thinking I slit the plastic sleeve.
Damn! Now I’ll have to buy it.
“Hello darkness my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again.”
Rome.
It began with Rome.
Rome wasn’t built in a day.
I’m wiping down the woodwork in my brother’s room.
My mother’s room is next.
I am reluctant to do this.
Something about Wendy and Alex…
The red team scores the first touchdown.
The blue team’s coach gives a pep talk.
I walk over to listen.
Suddenly the blue team walks out for refreshments in the adjoining room.
One fret falls out of my guitar.
Another one is wiggly.
I stick them back in.
Someone is throwing a football.
Hard!
Straight with no wobble.
Like a bullet.
Glad I’m not on the receiving end.
Where’s Stan?
Has anyone seen Stan?
