ORSON
peers back over the landscape of his life
a melting dreamscape of wordmusic
Michael Corleone was the youngest son of the Don and the only child who had refused the great man’s direction. Yes, I am reading The Godfather, and quite the page turner it is.
A pair of fluffy tree cubs stick close to Mom for protection from the storm.
He is not afraid, or much aware, of the menaces of empire but he keeps looking behind him as he walks along darkening streets out of the fear that he is being softly followed by little men padding along in single file, about a foot and a half high, large-eyed, and whiskered.
We was playin’ rummy over to Hatch’s, and Hatch must of fell in a bed of four-leaf clovers on his way home the night before, because he plays rummy like he does everything else; but this night I refer to you couldn’t beat him, and besides him havin’ all the luck my Missus played like […]