Why so much death? Because I am afraid.

Then, like an idiot###, I picked up myself and walked back toward the men who shot me. Only one of them shot me. Armwise. I walked back toward him and the other men, winged, bloody, in shock, expecting they’d have realized their error, they didn’t mean it, thought I was someone else, they’d like to help out. I walked stably. Maybe I could have pulled up my bike and glid home, all down a slight hill, but still was I a few blocks out and doubted could I make it. I figured could they give me a ride. Their car was so nice and cavernous like a gold-trimmed ambulance. But black like a hearse, too, sure, although I didn’t think of that then, like an idiot##. I picked up myself then and walked back toward the man who shot me, one of them, but another man stepped forward expecting to realize my error. I thought I was someone else. Maybe could I have pulled up my bike down a few blocks, leaning bent like a winged man ahorse, or in their big black car, like an idiot# I thought finally then.

ONE

I am raking the leaves
of failure wearing
too many hats throwing
a fight I meant to save
for another day I
am meant to dine on the corn
bread of humanity sleep
with the captain's
afghan ## # sleeping
on so sleeping
of

Later at Lunch

##brain fried##

it's impossible to look
professional peeling an egg,
even in a cubicle

Review: Falling Off My Bike

The incident in question is falling off my bike, not the bike, but the falling off. That ought to be clear. Certainly it was see-through to the high school attenders who stood by bent-kneed and achuckle. They knew, happily, that what was at stake had rather nothing to do with a bike, but wholly with a falling off.

Which itself (falling off) isn’t accurate. ## One, the reviewer, me, could say rather (rather!), one could say a sort of leaping was involved. A sort of projected reaching. This sort of sort of way of talking### ------It was falling off, we can settle it imperfectly, it wasn’t falling off exactly but that’ll do if falling off equals launching up and over then finally down, then finally across, then finally stopped.

All of that. All that is in question. How was it####? Go

(end here -Mayhem)

Zach Mayhem Chronicles (Ch 2)

We had spent years looking at the moon so naturally we were excited at the prospect of going there. But our pilots were concerned about escaping the atmosphere in the right angle, so they took to their calculations. I did not
did not
#####did not#########
want an egghead pilot so I said I would do it. I would do it, just put me in the right chair and buckle up. Budgetary restaints made this feasible. I burned a lot of gas but they don't call me Zach Mayhem for nothing and before long we arrived at the moon. Next thing you know the advance patrol was pulling out compasses and maps and wearing lab coats, and I didn't want some eggheads for advance patrol so I said let me do it. But the aliens of fear! they said.

I do not care, I said, just put a bazooka in my hands and point me in the general direction.

It was me who rigged up the bio dome and when the plumbing goes kaput I'm the one who breaches the outer hatch to fix it. Lord knows I don't want those brainy plumbers but we've got to stay comfortable, and when it comes time for a little R and R, I work hard so I play hard because I'm the surgeon around here, too.