I am an ant
I am an island
Sing it boys! You know how
Just
like I taught you
I am an ant I am an island
Aw comon . . . on a freshly fallen
shroud of snow . . . Okay . . . if I never loved I never would have cried . . .
Getting there . . . I touch no one and no one touches me . . . Thats right . .
. I am an ant
. . . I am an
island
Lets close it out . . . and an
ant feels no pain
Together now!
.
. . and an island never cries
dumbdedum dumbdedum dumbdedum dumbdedum
a rock dumbdedum
dumbdedum a leaf dry too big for me to carry alone tastetaste
tasteless aint wasting another ants time dumbdedum dumb
dumbdedum dumbdedum ahwisteria blossom drying
still humor pollen ach beeshit grab a few dumbdedum
dumbdedum BUMP Watchit oh Hello wisteria
behind meYes follow my
pheromone cant miss them big as big as we strewn far and wide dumbdedum
dumdbedum dumbdedum stick dumbdedum
lichen oops slick dumbde hardpack earth dumbdedumb dumbdedum hardpacked rain no rain rain
ha whats that dumbdedum not that wed miss it dumbdedum
snff tobacco snff
burnt dumbde filter
red lipstick dumb dumbdedum
dumbdedum BUMP Watc . . . oh Yes behind me
follow my pheromone Yes following its twin trails then cant go wrong dumbie dumbdedum dumbdedum
I am an ant
dumbdedum I am an
island dumbdedum dumbdedum
and an ant feels no pain dumb dumbdedum and an island never cries dumbdedumb
Really
he followed this lone musing ant
which crossed the broken sidewalk in front
of him he saw it over the top of the
book
he was reading as he walked
You
do see things despite what people think
the
book published posthumously(posthumorously) was by Kurt Vonnegut it was published on the anniversary of his
death Armageddon the ant
herky jerky broken field running would have been a great runningback without a navel to fix on and its frantic flight was suddenly worth the
investment of his time to see where it was going if it was going anywhere if someone followed him eventually he would
end up somewhere so was it foraging or was it heading home at the end of a long
day that it might have thought was fruitless just another date to X out with Magicmarker on the calendar hung
beside the backdoor some fucking tally
sheet perhaps Xd out counting the doldrums
dumbdedum
of ones life their day after day after day to day
not
that he did
calendars
and clocks and timethings inhibited him
and
who in their right mind wanted to be inhibited
so he walkedreading exhibiting
himself
much like this bumbling though it
may not be bumbling he was casually
assigning bumbling to it after all it could be a drunken stumble and wouldnt he
be feeling bad if it were already noon somewhere in this ants world hours ago
and it was well ahead on it way home and sillier than he
My apologises my eusocial insect
friend of the family Formicidae(which made
him think of Formica and formidable)
of the order Hymenoptera(which no one
wanted to know what that made him think of) which has been in existence
for
more than one hundred million years
about time someone followed this
little tike
he
had quite the headstart
he followed it over the remainder
of sidewalk past an edge of a shrub descend the face of a red painted curb onto a
tarmac driveway that divvied up small business suites ascended another
curb entered a browned out thatch of useless
grass to a well maintained aggregate sidewalk that it crossed then descended to
the bare earth there raked free of
foliage debris to the foot of shrub where loosened earth had been perfectly formed into a blunt cone at its apex an opening he could have slipped
the end of his little finger into if it werent for the mad activity of hundreds
of other ants milling(again his assignment) and many foraging a hundred easily who
returned to their nest with organic debris clenched in their jaws
his tike without pause disappeared
down into the hole
unaware
it had betrayed its entire colony
if he bore it or
its colony any malice or ill will
by his guess
the trek the interlope cost nearly a half hour and fifty sixty feet of shoe leatherwear dumbdedumb
Really
2014, Friday,
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