Walker County Council Meeting: March 3rd — first Thursday of every month The quorum hobbles through the hobbled door of the civic center, as if being touched by God in the hip socket were requisite for living here. Commissioner Teems bestows the blessing followed by the minutes, then opens the floor for public comment. The proposed rock quarry in Rock Spring is of chief concern, the chief financial officer proffering the neighborly promise to open the floor just above the water line, which is just more lies—per Vince McGill off Five Points Spur, down by the Helicopter Park— to obtain the land and begin drilling well below that, contaminating the ground- water. Up bubbles a low murmur, then a spill over of comments regarding the recent infestation of litterbugs in Lafayette, the merit of another bite on tax dollars for the county’s new Dodge Ram, a shout out for such a damn successful Desert Storm memorial at the library. No decisions ar...
REFURBISHED The ladybug dies wedged in wicker, is spray-painted green. Disassemble yourself. Free trampoline. Not one to jump to conclusions, but if even pipe-smoke throws a shadow in moonlight, nothing is ever full- nothing, right? The trees agree to lower the veil and reveal the bare strip of road which runs behind the house. The white roar of leaving never leaves, and the porch light flickers but never goes out. In a world of partially resurrected things, the quick and the dead dance a tango then collapse in a tangled heap to make furious love till morning shakes the can and picks a fade-resistant shade of light.
THE BENDS At a certain depth the voices all thrum at the same, garbled pitch. Both wisdom and the waiting swarm of bees call you up for air, both wisdom and the Anglerfish draw you deeper. Do you paddle faster from Leviathan or close your eyes and wait? Once inside, do you stab the tender heart or caress it? There’s leagues on leagues but we’re in out of ours and the tanks are low. You die if you come up too quick, you die if you don’t surface soon, and at this sounding we won’t be dragged out by the light of the moon. As to good news, t he returned ship sloshes vacant at port while the wreck is found at rest on solid ground, home now to an ecosystem riddled with life.
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