Earl Stevens

Red Bird Just Like This Earl Stevens

God told me a joke. It was terribly funny as they say. Sort of an L. S. D tinged flavor to it. After a while the smile becomes brittle. You end up falling in love with your own heart. It's a gruesome act _______to mind fuck yourself. There is no sound when the hymen ruptures. I had to ask God to whisper. Tries to tell it too fast, too loud. "Slow down, God." I have to remind him from time to time. Of course he's male;.... we're talking about me. Humor is pitiful? Full of pity as the proverbial bottomless cup it is. God knows how funny it all truly is, and how ridiculously we gyrate, tryin' to be cool, like him. Too far out. Lord have mercy;... we'll all split a gut at the end. It took me six (count em') years to write this small piece of my life. The temptation to fictionalize it was strong. Those of you who shake their head and say, "Oh sure, uh-huh, sure, right?" All I can tell you is, you don't know everything, and you should get to know me before your own possibilities atrophy.