Faded Houses Green

The charm of the hippodrome took some time to sink in over the valley of the shadow of death, long before there will be peace in the valley for you.

Quantized syllables of steel and death and humans who were only too glad to serve their country cold, with revenge against the fantasies that had betrayed them from the beginning of the end of the era. Fortunes rise and fall, but your all-in-all is never enough–nor will be ever again. Up the valley of the dolls rode the six hundred, now there is peace in the valley for them on this side of the debased coinage where Diogenes said he forgot what he was going to say, when in fact it (what he was going to say) was not sufficiently excellent an aphorism to last two thousand or more years, so he’d rather hold his tongue, bide his time, whistle his dixie–as it weren’t.

He hurried along to the potluck at the senior citizens hall, today serving lobster bisque.

Originally published December 28, 2023