Thursday, February 24, 2011

Darkness

He walked out of a picture show. The matinee sun closed his eyes, shuddered only somewhat his imaginary state. Zigman Zibanski saw a movie about the highest mountains to be climbed, the wildest rivers to be swum. The man from the old country thirsted for vodka and walked happily to the One Lucky. His thoughts were of an Everest and an Amazon he should see. But soon Zigman knew his true place and drank some more. That night no mountain could be climbed. So onward he staggered ...lonesome in his matinee of darkness

4 comments:

Old Ollie said...

The last line is killer. How many taps did ZZ bend. There's a movie!

Fisheye Lens said...

Martin Strel and Zigman must have crossed paths once or twice. If not, they ought to have.

Human Paradox said...

Sometimes drinking hard is like climbing a mountain. Chug Zigman, chug.

PhotoDiction said...

It's sad that he feels his "true place" is one where he can't aspire to climbing mountains. Without hope or the desire to dream he is doomed to live out his life in his 'matinee of darkness' - a great phrase by the way!