…delirium Mk. III

A New Twist on an Old Favorite

Some of you hypothetical readers may have guessed my intent by now. I plan to write a post on this blog every day for Lent, Sundays excluded. But you’re supposed to give something up, right? Really, I’m giving up my excuses not to write.

I Don't Remember Asking

I’ve observed that we Americans are connoisseurs of everything. I’ve actually had conversations with people about which restaurant’s soda fountain has the best mix of syrup and water. On a couple occasions. With different people.

Reasonable Certainty

Torrents and tides we can predict, and give fair warning to
the misfortunate body-affixed souls in their paths
- unless a levy break, or the ocean floor heave
dislodging peace with water -
to put height or solid shelter between their
fragility and the crush.

And yet the treacherous fluid motion
the steaming reaction of clashing humours
the drunken roll and pitch
the self-afflicted heaving
the mind-blank, roaring, rigor mortis clutch
of the desire of woman and man
breaks all models
leaving behind shards, and blood.

MEMORANDUM

To: Dr. Angelo “Skip” Roth
Time: 3:56 am
Urgent? X

Changeover

Today is a tangle of different responsiilities. It’s my last day in Human Resources, and it’s payday, and there are checks to hand out. One of many responsibilities that will no longer be mine in a scant few hours. Who will handle them is, in many cases, a large hovering question mark.