Judas Iscariot
Judas is carrion,
but a Lord of the Ring.
He sits back inviting
the buzzards to bring
what's left of the others
who are carrion too.
Now, they live
in the waste land
where the skies
are not blue,
but black and quite greasy
with ashes and soot,
and smells oddly of gases
and curry to boot.
"We are what we eat.",
so the soothsayers say,
but what we eat
becomes carrion
that returns to the clay,
if not lapped up
by stray doGs
who are odd in that way,
because they howl
at the Moon
where ol' Judas
holds sway.
fmp, 6/09©
I'm a little disenchanted today. I guess it shows. I go over to the VA hospital in full trust that what will happen there will be to my best interest, only to come home to find the very people I trusted with my life are playing games with their patient's lives (my life). Those same people turned into monsters in my mind immediately. I could no more stop that from happening than I can un-see all those Nazi propaganda films in my youth. In my imagination now, they all spoke in suspicious Austrian-like accents, even though the man said he came from my home town.
I tell myself that I'm considering canceling my appointment to do the procedure, and if they ask me why I'm gonna tell them it's because of the disturbing news that made national headlines. I already have a couple of incurable diseases, and the very idea of encouraging them install a few more for the sake of an inside joke at the office is ludicrous. I'll just die of the diseases I already got.
If I'm gonna get the AIDS, I wanna get it having sex with some disreputable person who wants to give it to me out of pure spite, not to protect their religious tenets.
I finally went to the Wal-Mart and bought the cheapest 32" digital computer they had for sale. I pretty much had to if I want to watch television. I thought the converter box I paid good money for and used on my old 15" monitor that had an analog tuner broke, but it was the antenna amplifier that broke instead. The picture on this cheapest TV even without the amplifier is the best I've ever had. I'm astounded by the familiar announcer's faces and their complexion. Despite that, it's better than I expected.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
