he had a blank stare for about four minutes and 25 senconds
then, all of a sudden he started yelling.
from his perch on the bus stop bench
underneath the over hang
out of the rain
it was important to him that they heard him.
i couldnt hear him though
i was driving by to fast
i looked over at him
and he looked at me
he shook his head no and through up his arms and started yelling again
as if i knew what he was saying was the Gods honest truth.
and he knew it was.
one day i walked by him
i finally got to hear him
and this is what he said
“they take the wrapping off the pizzas
the hot dogs and what not
then they moleste them so insidiously as to not be able to tell whats happening
only the most discerning eye can tell whats been done after they repackage.
they tell themselves little made up stories to protect there inner psyche
they frolic in abandoned areas of the park where high weeds grow
so noone sees them
but i can tell what they do
i see them
thats why i will never eat hotdogs or pizza again..
but im pretty sure that because i see them they are shadowy shifting
darkness death rattles in the end
when the sun comes up
it only takes a small match you see
to vanquish an entire rooms darkness
im tired of this war
i just want to rest but i am not allowed
if i do they might ruin more food or destroy an entire city or worse
theyre not human
they dont feel like we do”
and then i got to far away to hear the rest of what he was saying…
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