Atomictumor

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

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