I saw you reflecting
In the mind’s eye
Shocked, I don’t remember this
But I’m beginning to
Emotion- a tear
You look mid twenties
Life began in ninety-two
That’s all I remember
But, I don’t know how to think about this
I was fifty-three last birthday
I followed him, Mr Ijon Tichy, after his eight voyage, on the orders of The Rhohch.
I discovered Ijon and his kind were no longer in existence. A new and only life form had evolved. They scurried the planet like scarabs.
They had hard, stone-like shell bodies and wriggly metal appendages and huddled together at the sight of me, in fear it seemed.
Their resonances, when translated, indicated they were praying to an imaginary higher being, a god, their creator, Lord LEM.
I wondered what all the fuss was about and went to see the euro road.
Nice new tarmac, painted white lines, weeds grew though the pavement, the lights didn’t work.
I turned every junction, dead ends.
Talking Heads, ‘I’m on a road to nowhere.’
Raccoon City limits.
The Steve Miller Band, ‘Take the money and run.’
I heard rustling in the bushes, caught glimpses, robot movements, shapes.
Euro Clones. They whispered words and waited.
A figure came along the road.
You just need to look
The Devil’s in the detail
There was a knock on the door.
‘Ah’ Julie! Come in.’
Quick peck on the cheek.
The trail led to the kitchen, strong coffee.
Into the yard, smoking roll ups, small talk.
The lounge, she sat on the piano stool.
‘I quit my job, life’s a mess.’ She said. Turned and finger thrashed the keys.
I cringed, the life story, the piano sound.
We talked it through, her life.
I showed her middle C.
We talked patterns, the work life balance.
She played on.