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Was you convinced me, 'get off your
ass and
do something', pursue a career you'd
deem less ‘beneath’ me- w/ pinch-faced admonition of
one who equates sucess w/
the physical altitude of one's
office- seein' how
i hadn't been subjected to the
same cruel whims of fate that left you a divorced
McNanny, struggling to keep up
ex-hubby's mortgage
payment and getting 'the kids' to counseling on time, nor
the Commitment level necessary to
achieve
ex-spouse status.
'A hijacked plane...' sd the
rock'n'roll Programmer,
later confirmed on another station.
-'A gunman in Monument Square in Portland, '
-'one plane still unaccounted for (Flight 93) ...'
the building where my interview was scheduled
engulfed in
flames on every channel, the
promise of a position (not 'just a
job') on a lofty floor, the higher the
better, still a palpable page in my cranial phone bank &
Neil Young there too won'drin' 'how many more? '...
'school under lock down...'
and me at Rooper's saying 'looks like i picked
the wrong week to quit smoking' right after they'd been robbed &
calling the daycare &
'I'm sorry she's not in today.'
The address scribbled in my date book now a
toxic-dust rubble on
every channel, my interview on a calendar, still unaccounted for.
It was D.H. Lawrence's birthday, &
144th anniversary of
the Mountain Meadows massacre, a
Tuesday black as those that saw
Constantinople fall. They’re
here, Cavafy, the Barbarians invited the
Phillistines over, and they paid cash- no
luggage- &kicked us right in our
cinnamon crack, cut down our twin-
Towers of Babel w/ all the
self-anointed authority to
reduce the infidel rabble to
squabble and babble over
Responsibilty for the
caved-in rubble of Western Civ.
'howmanymore? '
*...I'm not able to take your call at this time...*
neglected ambulances lined outside a hospital & ABC's
McFadden...'cause the Victims are all dead...'
'howmanymore? '
*...please leave your name and number-*
-gunman later a cabbie playing with a cap pistol,
- plane unaccounted for 'now in theaters, rated PG-13'
'howmanymore? '
*...and I will get back to you...*
That night one of the kids picked up and said you couldn't come to the phone.
Cretan Maineiac
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