Start in Humming
Life shoots you down like a spring-loaded tin rabbit in a shooting gallery. But snap back for another go-around, make appropriate noises like BOING! or DOING! or COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
Yes, that’s it, pretend you’re a rooster, who shoots roosters, but then they come for you with an ax, slap you down on the chopping block, whack off your head and there you go, racing around the yard spurting blood out of your neck, the yellow eye of your emancipated head glaring in stern disapproval while the hens cluck away on the far side of the chicken wire, mourning the loss of the egg man.
Don’t take it too seriously, take it with a grain of salt, take it as a distillation of fear, a summation of hope, the whole thing in a nut shell, a great expectation, a spur in your flank that sends you galloping over the cliff; a mood swing, a harbinger, a pent-up emotion.
Oh, take it home to mama wrapped in brown butcher paper tied with string, bring home the bacon, put the kids thru school, worse things have happened. Pray for the return of blessed ignorance, the all-night drunk, your first kiss. Cozy up to allegiance, it doesn’t matter what to, it’s all a way to pretend someone cares.
Build a fortress out of fantasy and start in humming.