Friday, November 2, 2007


"Man whistles past graveyard on his long walk home.
Imagines that his own heart stops and his hands get
cold. But like in some Ambrose Bierce story he hears
the church bells tone and the unbearable sound of
nails driving home the coffin lid - his coffin lid! -
and he sees 2 white horses poised in the line. Coffin
gets lowered with golden chain. He shudders. Gets
home, hugs his kids."

American Primitive Vol.II