| Meat Market |
I hate this aspect of his career.
Guess I'm not cool enough.
The outfit looks odd - the dog looks dead.
Like my Elijah's eyes.
He's with me, back in t-shirt and jeans,
A feverish glitter in those eyes;
Sitting in my car, his head on my shoulder,
Holding my hand.
Silence.
He fingers my ring. "How much time have you got, Sean?"
"Not much, Lij. Gotta go soon."
Mirthless laugh. "Feel like a goose."
"In the Meat Market? A side of beef, surely."
Sigh. "The one that laid the golden eggs."
Oh shit -- no.
"Remember what happened to it, Sean?"
~~~~~
Guess I'm not cool enough.
The outfit looks odd - the dog looks dead.
Like my Elijah's eyes.
He's with me, back in t-shirt and jeans,
A feverish glitter in those eyes;
Sitting in my car, his head on my shoulder,
Holding my hand.
Silence.
He fingers my ring. "How much time have you got, Sean?"
"Not much, Lij. Gotta go soon."
Mirthless laugh. "Feel like a goose."
"In the Meat Market? A side of beef, surely."
Sigh. "The one that laid the golden eggs."
Oh shit -- no.
"Remember what happened to it, Sean?"
~~~~~
