somebody's
dying
by Hezekiah Allen
Taylor
"A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal
of it is absolutely fatal."
- Oscar Wilde
it's all about appearances:
location, action, costume
he hasn't picked any yet
just decided on the event, really
it was a momentary reaction
to little things that wouldn't shake
men made of stronger stuff
but he never was made of stronger stuff
he scoured maps for the perfect place
weighing rural and urban
weighing elevation
weighing time until discovery
he shopped for weapons
checking power, messiness
he went through his closet twice
and narrowed it down to a close race
between his Sunday-best three piece suit
and the leather pants with a tee
he wasn't completely clear on his statement
he went downstairs and ate Corn Pops
thinking about what this act
should say about him
he watched cable
and thought some more-
through three full episodes of
I Dream of Jeannie
two in black and white
one in color where they
are already married and
she still calls him master
he fell asleep
and had strange dreams
without purpose
Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version -- Inspiration
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