Eightynine

Eightynine

Basketcase

He
writes on a clean slate the poet pens on white the paper corner
twisted to make extra papers stick together in a closer approximation
of a paper clipped there. He turns the rock when he is done lays his
papers hide down to hide them from the sun he works so hard to keep
them from ever being found to keep them from the sun to keep them
hide down no one will ever access his files. He makes so pretty of a
cursive writing his F looks like a J to eye can understand his
stoneage problem for he was borne before the Information age no
common workplace computer no computer face to access internetted web
relate He could have been more famous than them all then even Poe. He
may someday still be read the manuscript uncovered found like gold by
interested observers of the history of culture archeologists
spelunking near a cavern of the Earth the place to search they say is
under every stone when asked they laugh and say we are searching for
the needle in the haystack the proverbial Basketcase. The additional
materials were uncovered in the Egyptian center the picture of the
man we found with headset and those Doctor Solared powered glasses
made him blind the mouse clicks and beeps and notifications made him
deaf the only thing that man could do on the computer was still eat
solid fuel er wait oh food they called it food back then. He had a
vest a blue jean jacket at his resting place the threads were placed
underneath the mocroscopic obverse initial DNA read Levi. His heart
was oddly shaped into the very image of a violet flower he must have
been a real basket case they said. Clutched in his hand was some bit
of hair we determined that it was not his own there is no evidence of
foul play it has been suggested by the staff that he only kept it for
a trinket perhaps it was from his love it was a woman’s hairs
the hanky long dissolved away. We think he died while calling out her
name perhaps the flower is a clue perhaps we need to study more this
Basketcase this news.