Nebraska
hed never been in Nebraska
before it was as flat and featureless from
Interstate 80 as Iowa was although not as
featureless or barren as Nevada he
understood why Atom bombs were tested there
they spent the night in Sidney
in the morning they took Old Post
Road out of town to State 19 crossing
the into Colorado 19 turned into State 113 a road map revealed that he didnt
see any posted signage for several miles that revealed the transition wasnt like a butterfly emerging from its
chrysalis
he played with a notion
of Christchrysalis Christ inside trying
to gerryrig a transformation into anyone other than himself because he knew hed
be crucified not unlike killingjars and
butterflies pinnedup in shadow boxes for display He really isnt any different
. . wasnt like a butterfly
emerging from its chrysalis given this
countryside any splash of colour would have been nice
denied he decided
hed look for anything old thing that might tickle his fancy
his buddy was drivingit was his
car he preferred driving to being a
passenger it was his car this
morningbecause it was his car he also wasnt interested in listening to
music he wasnt interested in
conversation
he was fullblooded German his
parents born in-country their War experiences
as children vastly different
this particular morning he was
mighty tempted to describe his buddy as Aryan
anwhile he thought Aryan amused himmisting his
craniumhis crankbox he saw a lingering fence line it was in disrepair he saw no purpose for it no crops no cattle no outbuildings intermittent for miles and miles
probably its sole
purpose was THIS LAND BELONGS TO SOMEBODY
NOT YOU You saw the fence? I
did So you understood the land belongs to someone? I
crossed onto it where there wasnt a fence or gate But
you saw, you must have, the fence . .
.
. Was not contiguous That has nothing
to do with anything. A dotted line is still a line. Not where there is no dot
the disrepair was curious
there were thin weathered slats strungbound by barbwire between steel
U-channeled posts some wires had
snapped hunreds of slats were broken often an unbroken line tentwenty feet at a
time slats looked like sheaves of
whitened ribs or broken dangling bones
he imagined he was looking on the fossilised remains of an ancient snake
or snakes who died twined in the throes
of sex
if
someone hadnt witnessed snakes mating theyd likely be impressedas he was he wished he could be as fluid an flexible
bendy an pliable sleek as snakes
What are you thinking about? You’re mighty quiet over there.
I was thinking of fucking like a
snake
Jesus Christ.
Nah Cant Hes nailed to a cross hes got an excuse for
not being pliable
Whas yours
0912, Reggae Friday, 30
8. 19
1507, Thursday,
6 5. 21
Doors Crawling King Snake https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dV0buYqrRo4
