GHOSTING

Hello again.

I am ghosting.
Everything is cattywompus and off-kilter.
See for yourself:


My broom is broken. . .

Yes, I know, it is a China bike---
Mei-tian or Jia-Ling, depending
on how or who with you surf. . .

. . .

- - -but Honda parts should fit. . .
am I wrong? I've emptied the gas,
changed the plug, checked the battery,
but still. . . Marooned - - -

After this, remind me. . .
never buy anything maroon again.
I'm working my way up slowly to blue- - -




I'm thinking of chunking the whole thing
and starting fresh, but it brought me 300 miles here,
worked three times since then, and stopped. . .

And when it quit working,
I rode it down to the end of the block
and back when Cosmo was bawling
like I've never seen before, really howling.

"What happened?" I said.
No response.
"What happened?" I repeat.
Nothing.
"What happened?"- - -

"He really wants to ride it," his mom said.
"Well, let me take him---"
"NO!"

"C'mon, it's only a hair dryer on wheels. I'll be caref---"
"NO. He could be scared and let go. There's no way to strap him in... "

"Oh. . . okay- - -
. . . but we could put his bike seat on the back.
Look here, there's bolt holes. . ."

- - -

(there's that sideways look from mom)

"I see, no it is. Okay, then, but when you're older. . ."
( I try to console him to little effect )

( ( All this is instantaneous ) )

"That's what I told him," his mom said, "Maybe when you're bigger."

"But I am big now," she said, "he said. But, he is not big enough."

"Oh, no." I said under my breath. "I did it again."

("But when will he be big enough?" I wonder. "But, when?")

And that was the end of it.

So, I went to the store after that.
I came home and I heard the thunder.
(It storms nearly every day here, in Southern Indiana.)

I covered it with a tarp.
It rained.
The next day it wouldn't start.

I fiddled with it. It coughed and spurtered once
(on the electric start) for 60 seconds or so,
I put all the plastics back on.

and now nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

The electric starter turns then clicks clk clclikl ckclkclckclkclckl clc cl clclk.
Kick start does nothing.

Four Days Later. . .
Nothing.

My broom is broken.
See for yourself:


H E L P.
Anyone?

yours truly,
ox



j u s t i n a k i d d @ g m a i l . c o m


H-E-L-P.
A Plastic world with a plastic past and plastic dreams- - -




our dreams are real.