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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4443 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Interruption (prose poem) Denis Garrison A man is sitting in his recliner chair in his living room reading the sports page of a newspaper that appears daily on the man's front porch. He is interrupted in the middle of an article on baseball as a civil religion by a motorcycle gang that drives through the wall of his living room. The first gang driver in line is swinging a cutlass, the tip of which slices the sports page in half as the gang driver drives by, swinging and driving. Hey! yells the man in the chair, Hey! My sports page! The first gang driver swings his cutlass and beheads the man's wife who has come into the living room upon her husband's shout. Her head, as it falls, says, Well, what the…? Another gang driver, following behind the first, runs over the man's wiener dog, crushing its back. Hey! yells the man in the chair, Hey! My sports page! The rest of the gang drives through, swinging various weapons and whooping like gang people do. They all exit through the china cabinet, smashing every keepsake and trinket that the man's wife held dear. On the floor, her head says, Well, what the…? Hey! yells the man in the chair, Hey! My sports page! When the gang has left, the man rises from his chair, steps over his dead dog and the head of his wife, and gets cellophane tape out of the wreckage of a little writing desk. He smoothes out the sports page and tapes the two pieces together, and smoothes the page again, and folds the page carefully. The man returns, stepping over various corpses, etc., to his recliner and sits down in the chair. He shakes out the sports page and resumes reading the article on baseball as a civil religion. He mutters, Bastards! Sons of bitches! Look how hard this sports page is to read now. Bastards! |
