NO OASIS

by JOHN BENNETT


There's no place in my life for toads longing to be princes. I blast off for a final destination, and connections fall away like space debris.

Any engineer knows that the trade-center towers were brought down by well-placed demolitions--the jets were decoys. And still people buy war bonds and send their children off to college.

I'm on a hill where three people are standing at different points of the ledge with a hand over their eyes as if in salute--shading out the sun, taking in the vista, looking for assurance that all is well.

Feeling centered in a rock slide, they climb back in their cars and drive away.


I seldom look up from what I'm writing. The visions I see are in my mind. That vista out there is a mirage. There is no oasis.

It's a done deal. It's being oblivious to this that reeks of madness.



Mystery Island Bottled Message No. 8
"No Oasis" by John Bennett. Launched: 8.30.05 by Mystery Island. 2005 © Copyright Mystery Island Publications. All rights reserved.


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