Friday, March 28, 2008
It’s always disconcerting, venturing
after the creature from the Black Lagoon
and encountering Frankenstein’s monster
or going out looking for UFOs
and seeing a rainbow that collapses
down around you like colorful rubble
but rubble that grows hands and reaches up
colorful fingers that somehow you know
would grab you and strangle you if they could.
Monsters. And that’s what makes monster hunting
so interesting, addictive, hypnotic—
you never know what you will discover.
And if you can just keep yourself alive
through the boredom between expeditions
and if the terror of imagining
what the monsters might do if they caught you
finally doesn’t become too much for you
that’s what makes monster hunting so much fun—
down deep you know the next expedition
might take you to what you are searching for.
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This is my 500th post.
Pretty cool, huh? I can cook, too!