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Daddy Goose38 Member
since 2010-09-04
Posts 430obama's a rice paper tiger |
Riders on the Storm It is Night. Something violent and terrible is happening. I hear smashing, shattering, crashing sounds from the living room. It might be another burglary. It must be too dangerous to even see what it is; the intruders would just kill me. I call 911 to report the prowlers. The operator wants more details. I try to tell her that the danger is too great. She doesn't understand and I hang up. Besides, I muse, they can trace the call and find me anyway. It is Afternoon. I am taken by others to a movie theater, although, because of the attack, all of my belongings have been destroyed and all my affairs are in disarray. These people are helping to reconstruct every aspect of my life, Though I hate having to do so, I don't know and must depend on them for everything. We arrive while the movie is already playing. To my left, Judy drapes her arm around me. she is tall, and full, and lush, but she has her own life and has to leave. Actually, they all have their own lives too. I am sitting on a bench or bleacher with others and another program starts. I think it is the beginning of the movie that we missed. But they say that, no, it is a rock concert and haven't I even been to a rock concert? It is Night. I am back in the old, dingy apartment, the same dangerous neighborhood, where I use to live in San Antonio. There is no furniture. As I sit on the bare, bedroom floor, I hear James Taylor singing, You've got a friend. This is smoothly followed by the haunting lyrics of Jim Morrison: Riders on the storm, Into this house we're born. Into this world we're thrown. Like a dog without a bone ... Then it comes to me there is no time for music, I have to find my stuff. I need to take the medication. I step into the living room thinking there might be a burglar in there. But it is just one of those who are helping me. She is telling the apartment manager Why they had to put me, temporarily, in this apartment, my difficult situation, how I didn't have money to rent the apartment, etc. The manager is sympathetic and says anything she can do to help. I tell the other woman, who is putting frozen foods in to the freezer, that I need to take the medication and where is it? She says: "It's in my lock." Meaning she has kept it safe, with her. But, I remember, she has her own life ... that there ain't no baby sitters in this world, that, in the end, we're on our own. Riders on the storm ... |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Sweet Daddy! Please tell me this was just another one of your troubled dreams! Hugs! ebm |
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