Atomsphere
The brick a brack of the universe
takes time to make coheres
everything eventually becomes diverse
for better or for worse
as the atoms begin to disperse.
The prison gates shrunk into the distance as the cruiser hurtled along the dust track. JT struck me as a fair and distinct officer on the inside, looking after those who looked after him. He was a man of god and often read from the bible to those prisoners willing to hear him on a Sunday. A silky ragged scar ran from ear to ear "a gift from a lover" he said as he noticed me looking at it.
She must really love you
You know where I’m taking you?
Nope
There are some things in this world that a man does to make him a man, other things he may do to remind him of the fact he's a man.
Prison make you a man JT?
You may not believe this son but I was a prisoner myself once.
You’re right I don’t believe it.
Huh, yeah. Well I feel the same sometimes, but its true as the word of god.
I was a Prisoner of the Vietcong for 3 years, you think were hard asses on you boys sometimes, well hell the Vietcong, they really know how to treat a man. Starved and tortured me for 2 of them years. Then one day they took us for a trip, me and what was left of my friends, four of us. Took us to this pit, stunk to high heaven, you could smell the rotting flesh a mile through the jungle shrub. This one little fucker, god pardon my language, called himself Elvis even had the quiff, always singing love me tender. This little fellow tied our hands behind our backs, and knocked us to the ground. Kneeling on the lip of the pit looking in at the bodies, Americans, gooks, blacks, whites all rotting away like that. I'd seen death before, that weren’t new to me but this was different, it was the sight of my own death. That little fucking fucker, slit my throat from ear to ear and kicked me in the pit. I heard Tightly and Osborne crying, he shot them both through the head and kicked them on top of me...
Funny because I aint felt more alive than that moment I was sure I was dead. Hell must have been there gone minute or two when I saw about a foot away from me there was this one man, nothin but a naked decaying torso, but tucked in his boot I seen the butt of a knife, took me a minute or two to get the ropes off me. Bleeding out all over the place I reached for the knife and cut at his pants, made me a bandage to go around my neck, luckily the little fucker had missed my main arteries and just cut a sticky hole in my wind pipe. I got up out of that pit and headed due east and after two days walking solid I got to a river inlet, from there I followed it till I seen the most beautiful thing in my life a US patrol boat.
Jesus
God. He took me from that my grave and delivered me from death. The killin I done in Vietnam I thought he aint ever going to save me, but he looked down on me and blessed my wicked soul to make it out alive. He wanted me to serve a greater purpose than just die in a hole in Vietnam. He saved me son and you can be saved too.
I appreciate what your saying JT but I’m a free man now, I don’t need nobody to save me.
Nope?
Nope.
Still don’t want to know where I’m taking you son?
I’m taking you into the Jungle to the lip of that pit.
She must really love you
You know where I’m taking you?
Nope
There are some things in this world that a man does to make him a man, other things he may do to remind him of the fact he's a man.
Prison make you a man JT?
You may not believe this son but I was a prisoner myself once.
You’re right I don’t believe it.
Huh, yeah. Well I feel the same sometimes, but its true as the word of god.
I was a Prisoner of the Vietcong for 3 years, you think were hard asses on you boys sometimes, well hell the Vietcong, they really know how to treat a man. Starved and tortured me for 2 of them years. Then one day they took us for a trip, me and what was left of my friends, four of us. Took us to this pit, stunk to high heaven, you could smell the rotting flesh a mile through the jungle shrub. This one little fucker, god pardon my language, called himself Elvis even had the quiff, always singing love me tender. This little fellow tied our hands behind our backs, and knocked us to the ground. Kneeling on the lip of the pit looking in at the bodies, Americans, gooks, blacks, whites all rotting away like that. I'd seen death before, that weren’t new to me but this was different, it was the sight of my own death. That little fucking fucker, slit my throat from ear to ear and kicked me in the pit. I heard Tightly and Osborne crying, he shot them both through the head and kicked them on top of me...
Funny because I aint felt more alive than that moment I was sure I was dead. Hell must have been there gone minute or two when I saw about a foot away from me there was this one man, nothin but a naked decaying torso, but tucked in his boot I seen the butt of a knife, took me a minute or two to get the ropes off me. Bleeding out all over the place I reached for the knife and cut at his pants, made me a bandage to go around my neck, luckily the little fucker had missed my main arteries and just cut a sticky hole in my wind pipe. I got up out of that pit and headed due east and after two days walking solid I got to a river inlet, from there I followed it till I seen the most beautiful thing in my life a US patrol boat.
Jesus
God. He took me from that my grave and delivered me from death. The killin I done in Vietnam I thought he aint ever going to save me, but he looked down on me and blessed my wicked soul to make it out alive. He wanted me to serve a greater purpose than just die in a hole in Vietnam. He saved me son and you can be saved too.
I appreciate what your saying JT but I’m a free man now, I don’t need nobody to save me.
Nope?
Nope.
Still don’t want to know where I’m taking you son?
I’m taking you into the Jungle to the lip of that pit.
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