A team formed to spread good words to the masses. The masses thought bookstores exploded into the streets and parking lots, and perhaps they have. This team assembles to talk about the value of small, soft cats, to talk about beauty in the world, and wear suits and masks just like in the comics, to add color, to go straight, to go gayly forward, to go… whatever.
I befriend the group and pass on what I know to them and they nod solemn swears and do not curse under their breath after I am gone; I can tell. They are well loved for this, and develop powers of lasting relationships, powerful marriages of solid bonds, arts, and letters, dinners cooked on actual stoves, not the Fisher-Price items.
An art mastered of climbing stairs and all things taken for granted. These are my heros and idols. I mail them award-winning sandwiches for their good deeds. Thank the heavens for 21st century super heros.
Up and down a street I wander and fall in love with life and realize it and fall in love some more. I love what Fall is doing with making the air so crisp. I find that even the people I think I hate, I like a little more. We shake hands and talk about the news, we learn things from one another. I pretend I’m somewhere else like in New York where everything is happening, and I have little obligations. I can just relax with the super heros and learn how to play chess and read tarot cards.
But hey, if someone sneezes on me, I’m gonna lose it. Next person that sneezes on me is gonna find out where the fury out of the middle of nowhere comes from. Next person, next person that sneezes on me, I’m gonna turn their bank account to all zeros.
Yo, chill chill. For Christ’s sakes, man.
I’m just sayin’. The sneezing…