Atomictumor

This is what the Tumor crew mixed with the Cemestos crew sounds like when they’re at the table waiting for food.

OK, so me and
Skeeter were at the silo
It was cold outside

If memory serves
We were discussing Matlock
And mechanics kits

Suddenly, the sky
Erupted with a huge flash
Scattered the chickens

A noise like a train
That ran off its girlfriend drunk
Echo’d through the plain

This lasted a sec
Followed by a deep silence
Stillness abounded.

So I leaned over
To ask him if that was a
Singularity

I was ignorant,
Skeeter, cosmopolitian
He’d been to town once.

He had boots and shoes
And some TV programming
On plastic cassettes

I was expecting
That he’d slap me on the head
For the dumb question

“Jesus, son”, he’d say
“A damn singularity
ain’t got no bright flash”

Instead of Skeeter
I saw a pile of gold
In a trucker hat

A deep peace filled me
It was replaced, directly
By some other things