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:: 4.22.2003 ::
:: another time capsule ::
Here's a piece that I cranked out for a creative writing class in the Fall of 1994. It's about a car accident that happened on April 22nd, 1987. Enjoy.
prayer
by matthew w. beale
flashpoint violence and the scenes pass in a surreal motion like pivoting slides altering the time myth structure and like orgasm's release in a moment is spent is over and having been thrown from the car i am strewn about the asphalt staring in dazed disbelief at the crunched spent shell lying fifteen away and the first sound i am able to focus on is a voice a shriek leaking the words "TURN OFF THE GOD DAMNED RADIO" it's my friend joseph who was driving and is as i squint to see trapped his head is pinned between the car's frame which i now realize is on its roof i can see joseph's blood and a menagerie of windshield fragments and within this piercingly lucid moment i think of my grandfather the one i never met the one who was a bartender and who spent the family's formidable fortune in a morphine and cognac haze as i am overtaken suddenly with envy i recall one of his reported sayings "well, always with modesty and function to the threadbare" so pulling a safety pin from my ragged shirt i hastily piece together the various shreds of my ludicrously expensive black slacks and clothe my legs and pelvis lacerated with the road's signature i stand with relative ease feeling all along the bonecrunch movement of the hip and walking to the car i reach in carefully minding joseph and punch the radio until my hand is even more gashed and gore revealing "richard hung himself" terminates like the characteristic gallows spasm and i feel relieved myself not to have to hear this sophomoric l.a. hardcore shit anymore my mind is rushed with so many reports that i've heard of people performing miracles under the influence of adrenaline and wavering i fall to my knees like michael stipe on mtv and find myself sitting pseudo yoga style lighting a filterless my head falls back involuntarily and i stare at the cold pale wavering stars and i fall gently into the arms of the first genuinely peaceful moment that i have experienced in years i am struck with a flash of my life and what has brought me to this point being expelled from berkeley after becoming lodged on the blacklist of a decrepit swinging professor my crime was a rather kind critique of one of his poems he drunkenly read to the class "iiiiiiii pronounsssed DAWGH oooorrrrr deeeeeddd iii mmmmeeeaaaannnnn GAWHD" i'm still somewhat slightly surprised that no one else cackled in his face of megan my "charmingly psychotic complement" as my friends described her who left me and moved to greece to make dreadful films and now i'm working at a suburban maryland shopping mall of all hells and spending my nights in the clubs of d.c. with the dull posturing creatures "WHY GOD" i recall asking aloud this morning shocking myself somewhat of an affirmed agnostic as my pale languid body swayed in the hot shower's flow "well" i think now looking around me at this marvelous omelet this roadside collage of man and machine we've created "at least for once the asshole answered me"
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