Full Tilt
from Your Name Here (2000)
Disturbing news emanates from the wind tunnel: He’s gone, who never lacked for champions, killed by daylight saving time, or a terrible syllabus accident. The dead leaves, maple or aspen, are a sign of life. Let’s leave things as they are, drying in the sun, soaking up the sweetness that’s in everything. This is what taking chances was all about, and look where it’s led us! To the root, it seems of human misery. Misery, get up, get down. Your hair is a mess and your dress a fright. Yet your curdled armpits speak to us. Sometimes it’s better to have nothing to say when you are telling about what happened today. It was so much, after all, that morbid agenda. Now, why not investigate the way all this can end up being pretty? Not just the whore who waits on the corner till the last sliver of taxi is gone, to be repackaged next night in a department store window so you can pretend you bought it? I’m up here, Louise, we’re all up here, waiting for you to step up to home plate and bat us a cool one. Oh, but I was supposed to be in the station an hour ago. That’s the way it gets illustrated: the four of you in Cincinnati, waving across the plain to us, the lemon in hot pursuit, leading to student unrest. We don’t have to worry about that now— tomorrow or the day after will be just as good. The fraternity has already waited an eternity. Only coaxing the stars out could produce the fruit you need to have in your stockinh or shorts. Then this scene too faded away like a fable.