The gulch had a cow skull in it
which we worried was too much
then agreed on as being 'pretty fucking cool'.
I began standing on a rock
Next to a saguaro cactus like a shrapnelled ogre.
'These are the people who have offended me,'
I intoned, opening a scroll that unfurled
with a flourish, the far end bouncing off my boots
then rolling the several metres to my colleagues.
On the horizon behind me, an electrical storm
Gathered itself above a tan mesa.
'One, the man at the airport, who said I had
filled in my entry card incorrectly.'
Sporadic applause like apathetic sniper fire.
'Two, the French mathematician Jacques Tits.'
At the back, Rudy guffaws.
'Three, Rudy,' I say,
making a hasty amendment with my ballpoint pen,
'that crass bastard.'
Thursday, 26 November 2009
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