the monsoon started weeks ago,
but even after we all went numb with boredom,
i could still just about feel the ribs crack
as a man stood beneath the torrents
and forced his heart to swell to a point
that he could tear it from his chest
and mistake it for an umbrella.

but my sympathies still rested
with the pretty girl on the street.
she, in having embraced the static,
confused this fool's incoherent wailing
with the sound of Robert Plant's voice
over car stereos tuned a few degrees to the left
of any station that might have aired it.

i watched this unfold through a windshield,
from the wards of the town's one traffic signal
long since gone pink with exhaustion in the dark,
and hummed a tune.

11/17/2013

Author's Note: I was cleaning up one of my hard drives and I found a file called fool.txt which contained the above.

I have no memory of writing this, and the Date Modified tag was from 02/26/2010. I have no idea what this is about, why I wrote it, or how it ended up stored on my hard drive instead of posted here.

Posted on 11/17/2013
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