07-23-2017, 02:05 PM
Before the crowd
had formed before
the ticket counter,
he spoke to a mirror
in his parent's basement
washroom.
His monologue was a condensed
reflection on the human condition,
a Shakespearean dissection
replete with suffering, melodrama,
and tribulation:
"Do you like to play chess, Mr. Abernathy?
I'm not all that good, but I love it
when two bucks smack horns
until one is pinned, and a queen is taken.
Have you ever peered into the eyes
of a pinned buck, Mr. Abernathy?
They look away immediately,
too submissive to challenge
a simple glance.
In any case, Mr. Abernathy,
I'm in need of a job.
What do you say?"
had formed before
the ticket counter,
he spoke to a mirror
in his parent's basement
washroom.
His monologue was a condensed
reflection on the human condition,
a Shakespearean dissection
replete with suffering, melodrama,
and tribulation:
"Do you like to play chess, Mr. Abernathy?
I'm not all that good, but I love it
when two bucks smack horns
until one is pinned, and a queen is taken.
Have you ever peered into the eyes
of a pinned buck, Mr. Abernathy?
They look away immediately,
too submissive to challenge
a simple glance.
In any case, Mr. Abernathy,
I'm in need of a job.
What do you say?"