Zigzagy Weirdness

Zigzagy weirdness is all over my face,

It's on the walls,

On the floorboards,

And there's some on the window.


Zigzaggy weirdness, shaky and erratic,

Sprays out of my pupils

In gleaming sheets

All over the sky.


Zigzaggy weirdness crawls on every surface

Etching shards

And w's

Over the clean and the smooth.

The Worst Thing

The worst thing you can do is leave your hat on the train. Then you have to go look for it. I'd rather go home and make a sandwich, have some coffee, shoot some pool, be available.

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Cold Wind

I was walking into the wind along the edge of Ruthless Road and my god it was cold. Cars were roaring past me at terrifying speeds through the wet winter landscape. How could I have left my warm hat on the train? My supposedly short twenty minute walk was now becoming painful. I was maybe twelve or so minutes walking when an approaching cement truck slammed over a pothole across the road, and in that instant a stinging agony erupted in my left eye like I’ve never known either before or since. The truck did not stop, but my head was gushing blood from under my hand so a woman in a Toyota did. She took me to Regional Emergency where I was rushed into Operation. A metal washer that had flung off the truck had lodged itself just above by my eyeball and was still inside the socket. I was on my way to Valhalla that day, a day that severely derailed my life, which is where I finally arrived this morning, now almost a year later. 


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Alexander Ross, Untitled, 2002, oil on canvas, 21.5 x 18 inches