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Chromosome Dance 2002-03-19
In 1993 There was a flood in Oklahoma I remember that it was prom night For my high school Which was Capitol Hill (I usually called it Capitol Hell But that's not really important) I wasn't all that broken up about not getting to go to it In fact If it weren't for the woman I had been dating I certainly wouldn't Have even bothered with the thing It had been raining a lot I suppose But in this state It's really hard to tell a thing like that After I had gotten all ready for the night I looked out and saw that The water had reached the curb And the street was beggining to look A little like I had always thought Venice would It was quite lovely If you didn't think about The sewage that was Floating in the street-river My father informed me That going anywhere was a bad idea Because the storm wasn't about to let up So I called my date and told her the news By the time I got off the phone The water was inching its way Toward my porch Moving faster than a snail But a little slower than a turtle (Or perhaps that's the other way around My memory of those sort of things Is rather dim these days) There was still nothing to worry about As far as I was concerned It had a long way to go Before it could even start to climb Up my front steps Then I heard sounds That today makes me think Of the women of Dionysus As they reached the peak of thier fury At the time I just thought it another wind Before I knew what was going on My dad was running around the house Like his ass was on fire Trying to put any electronic stuff In high places And he yelled for us to go across the street Which was on slightly higher ground As we did so My mother asked about the dog And so we went to get her as well I remember my fathe screaming My mother crying Yet I was calm as death As we crossed the waist-deep river That once was a road I had walked a million times I remember it pulling on me As if someone had tied rope Around the lower half of me But didn't quite get the substance of it right And so it slipped around and through me Afterwards Very little had actually been damaged Mostly thanks to my father's Quick actions with the gagets But there was two inches Of a thick, slimy substance Everywhere you walked All of which smelled horrible All of the toys From the child I was Were ruined But that didn't really matter much My atari 2600 might have been ok They used to build those things quite solid But I never checked it I was only stuff after all The only things that got to me Was the destruction of the old trunk That I used to nap in when younger And the few pictures of my childhood That I had actually liked Not even a glimpse Of my previous home in California remained And as I sit here now At an antique desk Working my way toward becoming An antique myself Trying in vain to remember That place of mystery The place of magic That I used to live in I realize why that upset me so much You see whenever I do touch Those few photos Of friends and other things besides That still remain in my possession I can conjure up The sensations of being there With them I can remember the smell Of the hair of an old lover I can remember the way A friend used to hug me As we greeted each other after a long absence But a good five years Of the most important time of my life Developmentally speaking Are now only vauge impressions And mental flashes of image That have as much substance As an old black-and-white Of someone else's life ~Matt Magus
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