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i died tonight — 8 july 2003 some direction — 21 march 2001 root of all knowledge — 8 february 2001 an angel — 12 september 2000 in the country — 6 september 2000 untitled — april 2000 thoughts at lunch — february 2000 another failed love poem — late 1999 what do i think of reality? — february 1999 winter — november 1998 |
THOUGHTS AT LUNCH -- FEBRUARY 2000 Captain Crunch and Aunt Jemima are having one of their discussions again. We all know what that means. A Captain and an Aunt, fraternizing, isn't that contrary to dogma? One may wonder what lies beneath the Captain's sneer, the Aunt's glare. Might they have an affection for one another? Jemima always liked a man in a uniform. Or maybe it's respect. The respect that the bear has for the snake. Knowing that the snake may jump up and bite the bear, ending his life. And the bear, with one gigantic step, may just as easily crush the snake. Who has the advantage? The Captain is chatting away casually. But we can see the knowledge in his eyes from across the room. It may be obvious to us, as observers. Two members of the same species, peas in a pod, those two are. Cunning in conning one another, creative in verbal destruction. Jemima smiles. Captain Crunch smiles back. You wonder how a captain could be so cruel. I tell you that it's their nature. Primeval forces at work. Something none of us could control, no matter the effort exerted. They turn. We turn. Back to lunch. |
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