characteristic of the context

Characteristic of the Context

You’re a giant. The problem is your shoulders are too big

so they lock a character in a room for five days and watch

the face of the storm. My blood boiling, I immediately turned around

the thought of the stacked vapidities in those waiting essays

with the tinsel still on them, dumped alongside the highway,

the incarnation of the early fifties sexual archetype. And

suddenly, I’m met with a strange humidity in the air, immediately

back in the days of “Hang On Sloopy” and “Brand New Cadillac.”

I felt like crap and not relaxed at all. I didn’t get any kind of

crux of the incongruity: For half of the “senior year”

making my way around the circle and pleasuring the monsters,

it seemed important to clear the books. The only time

you were standing right where you are now

was because certain friends of mine think

I can’t help but take one of them into my

shadowy flight of stairs to the cupola.