Thursday, August 23, 2012
Wendell Went Whilking With
not a whole lot; he was forced to
rely on his instincts. Wherever he went
they just let him be, and he developed
a discriminating theory; this was it,
simply put: man was food for the moon.
I put myself to severe and stress-
ful tests on every continent
to avoid that bitter end; every
bush tramp, every pole climb, writ
bold cursive sweeps denying it. I think,
at some point, I shit in my hat.
Besides that, I was badly beaten;
I didn’t speak the language.
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