Life: A dialectic approach
posted 17 October 2009, 21:21 by Mike
I would have liked to say hello and
goodbye in the same sweet breath, the dead
girl says. I was cheated blind out of
happiness, the old man sighs. I’m thinking
of starting up a band, the rocker declares.
There are certain places where the light
is soft and easily breakable, the magician
hopes. I spent my last dollar in the world
on cough medicine, the father realizes.
I used to hide in the cool under the bed
whenever there was a thunderstorm, the
birthday boy recalls. I pray for my mother’s
health every night, the seated woman
muses. I’m a jerk when I don’t get my way,
the cigarette vendor confesses. I’m ashamed
of the fact that I feel no pity for the weak,
the lost princess confesses. I discovered
sex at the age of twelve, the classroom
confesses. I pray for armageddon each
and every night, the quiet child confesses.
It’s hard to believe death is actually possible,
the wind says. Life is nothing special, the
dead girl replies.