Copán’s King 18 Rabbit

29 Apr


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knowledge is an impatient bugger. one suitcase and a wrinkled ticket for the Mega Bus. never to be seen again. by me.

if silence makes wisdom then I should start hanging out with my strange uncle with that Sam Elliott sagging on his upper lip as if it was the bridge between his eyebrows that broke off like a glacier and made a bristly crash landing on that crescent upper-cliff…

spring-loaded cannonballs rocket up the glittery, rough slope. past the clown face and Ezmerelda, dinging, whirring and flashing lights—the pinball machine of my life. destruction as entertainment.

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and if hatemongers could all be locked up—found, jailed and brainwashed—I mightn’t have choked so fiercely this morning when my wife told me over grapefruit without sugar that she pretended I was someone else.

it’s all got me thinking. except the prize my cannon-thoughts win is merely another irrelevant wave in my mind’s obscure ocean. my only hope is some small leak that leads to a genetic tributary; gray matter dripping onto noble stone, stalagmite of braininess upon the bedrock of one tidbit: a quiet, passive statement about Copán’s king 18 Rabbit.

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