Linus lost his blanket - stolen;
Gone.
Unfindable blue blanket;
Unfindable forever.
Linus has lonely hands, awakward hands;
Nothing to cling to;
No default;
Nothing, this kind of Nothing, is contagious - spreading
Arms swing wrong;
Legs walk wrong.
Linus can't see what's there.
No, he can see, but what is It?
Every single Thing...
A differently shaped It.
When all is an It, familiar vocabulary fails;
New vocabulary hides.
Linus has gone mute.
He can't go mute!
ReplyDeleteHe has to read the scripture at the rehearsal for the Christmas pageant!
And reassure Charlie Brown that he has found a sincere tree!
This is a disaster!
Blanket police! Blanket police!
I'm using up all my exclamation points
Peace be with the moderator and all those who read this message.
ReplyDeleteThe time has come.
I am here to bring judgment to the living and the dead. The harvest is ripe.
Pass this on to all fellow believers.
The Faithful Witness
Duke
Where'd you find that?
ReplyDeleteI birthed it.
ReplyDeleteHe can't go mute!
ReplyDeleteHe has to read the scripture at the rehearsal for the Christmas pageant!
And reassure Charlie Brown that he has found a sincere tree!
This is a disaster!
Blanket police! Blanket police!
I'm using up all my exclamation points