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Raymond Clevie Carver - Stupid

2014-11-07 2 Dailymotion

It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts <br />like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one <br />comes along tonight, or calls to ask for help. <br />Help is what he's most short on tonight. <br />A storm thrashes outside. Heavy seas <br />with gale winds from the west. The table he sits at <br />is, say, two cubits long and one wide. <br />The darkness in the room teems with insight. <br />Could be he'll write an adventure novel. Or else <br />a children's story. A play for two female characters, <br />one of whom is blind. Cutthroat should be coming <br />into the river. One thing he'll do is learn <br />to tie his own flies. Maybe he should give <br />more money to each of his surviving <br />family members. The ones who already expect a little <br />something in the mail first of each month. <br />Every time they write they tell him <br />they're coming up short. He counts heads on his fingers <br />and finds they're all survivng. So what <br />if he'd rather be remembered in the dreams of strangers? <br />He raises his eyes to the skylights where rain <br />hammers on. After a while -- <br />who knows how long? -- his eyes ask <br />that they be closed. And he closes them. <br />But the rain keeps hammering. Is this a cloudburst? <br />Should he do something? Secure the house <br />in some way? Uncle Bo stayed married to Aunt Ruby for 47 years. Then hanged himself. <br />He opens his eyes again. Nothing adds up. <br />It all adds up. How long will this storm go on? <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />Raymond Clevie Carver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stupid-2/

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