Monday, 14, 2008

Monday, 14, 2008. Think of the ink you will save. This is your morning wake-up call.

(A pile of boxes lined up in a stairwell. Bodies in a rush coming down and curving around the boxes. They try not to tip.)
It's just not worth his time. The memorization, the craft, and the rain. Did he think about the energy it would take? They said it would take years off his life. They said we would gather around a hole in the ground, burying a time capsule no one would want to dig up. Morrison is the only body dug up for fame. All of the others were dragged into the moonlight for the sheets wrapped around them. Crown jewels never looked so good on corpses. The creak from the joints isn't comforting. Some days, you've got to get them while they are hot. Wake up.