Deluge

Deluge (PM IXL)

The sky was clear when I

boarded the bus yesterday. Two

miles to the south on Kennedy

I disembarked from the Ark

into the beginning of the flood.

Due to my umbrella the very top

of my head remained remarkably

dry, the rest of my body completely

drenched right to the scrotum.

My shoes were sopped completely

inundated I hoped for the best

and foolishly left them outside for

the night hoping the fresh cool air

would dry them.

My scientific knowledge let me down

and I began the day with

unwearable shoes, they were

still dripping,

the only shoes I could find at

such short notice,

morning without looking very

hard,

were my son's Pink Floyd

commemorative collector's edition

All-Star running sneakers,

they are nothing special

really,

black with white trim

and The Dark Side Of the Moon

prism and rainbow painted on the

back heel.

I believe they cost almost a

hundred bucks and to be honest,

they were not very comfortable.

However,

wearing these shoes has

allowed me to steal back a small

amount of my youth,

memories of hours of acid-laced euphoria

lying on my bed with the

speakers almost as high as they

could take.

The incessant heartbeat that permeates

the album making it come alive

and flow through you instead of

just into you.

Cacophonous laughter, raving lunatics

and the admission that

I've always been mad,

the lunatic is in my head,

and the sun is indeed

eclipsed by the moon.

MCC