Excerpt
The Traveling Oar
I swept carefully into the bay region searching for certain, positive aspects of the days that lied behind me, shifting their gears still in my mind.
I rapidly digested the feelings of the nights before as if they had never even happened yet although they truly did. I couldn’t help but feel that my chances at survival were about as close to ludicrous as anything had ever been in my life.
I steered the boat in the right directions, hoping not to be caught by the RATS. I really hoped they wouldn’t catch me this time, for I had some keen ideas I needed to face before it was over.
One of the oars I was using slipped from my hand and began traveling independently away. No help from the water. Not anymore.
I managed to make it even though I had the bad misfortune of losing one of my securities.
The bombs had been dropped. I remembered that much about everything. They were dropped from high above where they had grazed the heavens with generosity and not a single sense of doubt at all.
And where was this all coming from?
My pitch black heart was no longer the striding terror it had once been months ago.
No.
It was nothing short of being scared and slightly emotionless when you take the entire quantity of the whole scenario.
So there I was, crashed upon a beach in Seattle, trying to figure out what the hell it was that I was thinking. Trying to breathe for one solitary fucking second but not being able to stomach the breath enough to think for myself. The burning children and screaming parents running for their lives.
The smoke ring. The smoke ring as it was and as it would always be; seemingly just sticking to the rings of the world just to let us know of it’s uninvited presence and ungodly power that rang true whenever the word had been spoken.
At least in my dull, dim and ultimately unflattering mind capacity. Floating around in there like a feather in the wind.
Shooting through my body like the juice from a spike hangin from my bloodstream.
I could’ve only thought that it would’ve happened this way since that is what was written down for history rather than opposed to the whole idea of the world ending so ungratefully.
And loyalty had definitely been washed away and in it’s place was a large, sunburned patch of shame and guilt that Mother Nature combined with the powers of Karma couldn’t even help save us all. Or even one or two of us.
And where was the unprecedented president Jacqueline Craig?
I could only imagine the worst in thinking that she was probably blowing the members of congress to keep that job because nuclear war or no war: the United States would never care about equal rights equally.
“Yeah, sure there can be equal rights, but they better qualify for the right fuckin’ things. That racist and that sexist should have an equal amount of rights to rape them bitches back on the bayou.”
That was a southern, ill mannered and temperamental piece of shit fuck tart with years of oblivious under growing beneath his gym shorts speaking frankly of his idea of society done justly and right.
There was absolutely no reason to hang tight.
Give in.
Let it fall.
Die.
It’s gonna’ happen regardless so ya’ might as well let it happen when it does.
And all that could, and will forever, run through my mind is this:
When it comes down to the bombs really being dropped, do we let it slide?
Or do we put our heads between our legs and scream for our mommies?
Plea for help?
Beg for change, but the derogatory term?
We shouldn’t do any of these ‘cause the possibility of having time to do any of these is just shy of being impossible.
(P.S. Notes from a cynical old man with his head between his legs…)
The Traveling Oar
I swept carefully into the bay region searching for certain, positive aspects of the days that lied behind me, shifting their gears still in my mind.
I rapidly digested the feelings of the nights before as if they had never even happened yet although they truly did. I couldn’t help but feel that my chances at survival were about as close to ludicrous as anything had ever been in my life.
I steered the boat in the right directions, hoping not to be caught by the RATS. I really hoped they wouldn’t catch me this time, for I had some keen ideas I needed to face before it was over.
One of the oars I was using slipped from my hand and began traveling independently away. No help from the water. Not anymore.
I managed to make it even though I had the bad misfortune of losing one of my securities.
The bombs had been dropped. I remembered that much about everything. They were dropped from high above where they had grazed the heavens with generosity and not a single sense of doubt at all.
And where was this all coming from?
My pitch black heart was no longer the striding terror it had once been months ago.
No.
It was nothing short of being scared and slightly emotionless when you take the entire quantity of the whole scenario.
So there I was, crashed upon a beach in Seattle, trying to figure out what the hell it was that I was thinking. Trying to breathe for one solitary fucking second but not being able to stomach the breath enough to think for myself. The burning children and screaming parents running for their lives.
The smoke ring. The smoke ring as it was and as it would always be; seemingly just sticking to the rings of the world just to let us know of it’s uninvited presence and ungodly power that rang true whenever the word had been spoken.
At least in my dull, dim and ultimately unflattering mind capacity. Floating around in there like a feather in the wind.
Shooting through my body like the juice from a spike hangin from my bloodstream.
I could’ve only thought that it would’ve happened this way since that is what was written down for history rather than opposed to the whole idea of the world ending so ungratefully.
And loyalty had definitely been washed away and in it’s place was a large, sunburned patch of shame and guilt that Mother Nature combined with the powers of Karma couldn’t even help save us all. Or even one or two of us.
And where was the unprecedented president Jacqueline Craig?
I could only imagine the worst in thinking that she was probably blowing the members of congress to keep that job because nuclear war or no war: the United States would never care about equal rights equally.
“Yeah, sure there can be equal rights, but they better qualify for the right fuckin’ things. That racist and that sexist should have an equal amount of rights to rape them bitches back on the bayou.”
That was a southern, ill mannered and temperamental piece of shit fuck tart with years of oblivious under growing beneath his gym shorts speaking frankly of his idea of society done justly and right.
There was absolutely no reason to hang tight.
Give in.
Let it fall.
Die.
It’s gonna’ happen regardless so ya’ might as well let it happen when it does.
And all that could, and will forever, run through my mind is this:
When it comes down to the bombs really being dropped, do we let it slide?
Or do we put our heads between our legs and scream for our mommies?
Plea for help?
Beg for change, but the derogatory term?
We shouldn’t do any of these ‘cause the possibility of having time to do any of these is just shy of being impossible.
(P.S. Notes from a cynical old man with his head between his legs…)