Sunday, July 15, 2007

I've got the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front
Of my favorite satin shirt

Sometimes the wind blows just right.

I watch and I wait.

Sit and obeserve.

Spread my wings and float down.

Snatch a snake.

It twists, coils and strikes.

My ankle is bloody. Holy shit it is really starting to swell.

God, it hurts.

My veins turn black, creeping up my leg.


I can see it moving toward my heart, which is galloping like a three-legged stallion.

It is making my t-shirt bounce.

The blackness is creeping up my neck.

Direct pressure does nothing.

I am turning green.

It's too late for a tourniquet.

Oh, God.


Blogger P. said...

What a way to go, Dude. Poisonous snakes and grizzlies are two things I don't care to meet face to face. Well, that and El Chupacabra.

2:51 PM  

I am assuming you are alright.

2:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Powerful piece.

2:15 PM  

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