It is horrible but true--I am the Troll! In more than appearance alone. I
have been so unfaithful to you, lost track of the days, contented myself
to wandering downhill like a stream, like that cut of water alongside
Herr Doppelganger, a gentle incision, widening at the mouth,
the rain fell hard at times today, for about ten minutes there was a wondrous
sun. My serious question to you is, and I'm taking a survey, "What are your
plans for Y2K? Someplace safe?
The arms of a lover?
Surrounded by friends? Shotgun alap? All the above?"
Today, I thought about many things. I spun the bottles atop
the fridge, the ones with herbs steeping in them. I drew circles with the
computer. I could tell they weren't round. Zoom in. Zoom out. Undo. Livin'
la vida loca. But like
Low Rider magazine says, Don't
forget la vida pura, lacquered candy and shiny pumps.
There is an outdoors somewhere. My high school physics teacher
tried the simplify schtick but came back because nature didn't talk, but
now I think about it he probably just wasn't a very good listener. If a tree
fell by an airport, would anybody hear it? If you threw away your computer,
would anybody notice?