A Segway in to Coffins. By CpSingleton © 2016
They talked of coffins.
Well, actually nobody was talking of coffins,
There was nobody there to talk.
It was a segway.
He introduced the idea of thinking about coffins into his own moment:
Sitting, alone, in the only room where wifi was strong enough to watch several channels of vaguely digestible TV.
Jess was out for free sex with Taco Man and he was thinking that he was already in a coffin.
Ten feet deep with a little pale light through the perpetual blinds.
He didn’t remember the eulogy and the mourners were exactly the opposite, as their lives screamed laughter in their ears and they enjoyed sex umpteen times a week, but he was in his coffin.
Buried man thinking, everyone!
He thought about Eric Blair and Kerouac, Dylan, Forest Gump, Jenny and Jim Morrison stepping on roads to see how far they went.
He thought about the old saying his Pop used to say whenever he coughed:
“It’s not the cough that carries you off,
It’s the coffin they carry you off in.”
He reached for his shoes.