6

Dale’s description of the Rapture burned a small

hole in his diary.  A kind of meat milk was served,

unsteadily.  Vignettes hung like lorgnettes.  Stupendous

cans could be seen on the Sherpa.  The year was 1982. 

Chinese rubber dongs cooled on a rack.  There was

a market for them.  If you think about it,

the best way to bring slippers into the house is

to go over to them, and step into them. 

The days bounce like bingo chips, like guitar picks. 

I have grown tired of the Chisholm Trail.