New Way Forward (A Decider’s Decidings)
by rebecca ~ February 1st, 2007. Filed under: Do the right thing.
Racking the bane of the same idea, scribbling a compulsive list
of materialistic desires. His brain jogs with the noontime zest
of a jackal munching on the flesh of ten ripe melons. The rushing
yacht of naught transports him to a tropical island, where a life
lived naïve deserves the most acerbic cocktail.
Made of kudzu, dog hair, and Styrofoam, his mind muffles
the noise of the clamorous world. Take a nap: the fuzzy tail
of a roving jet wags over Nepal, flashback to the high
society escape, vacillating between bourbon
or sugar rolled in hundred dollar bills.
If steadfast, he believes, these privileges remain and spouted
uncertainty would shrivel his size, like a deformed leg. If he
escapes the horror of losing petrol, pretty is each day –
better than watching the local flies buzz around Jesus.
Onto the final animal music, as it sound-bites the on-stage poultry
who must march to the orders of this enfant terrible. To command
tanks blindly across the desert might stir up enough chlorine
to cleanse all foreign prayers from foreign lips.
If only a bull would moo or snort, and scratch the dirt, our man
might realize right before the end that his servants had pulled
over his head and pulled up to his waist the liquid, flowing silk
of pajamas dyed in the human fruits of his decidings.