Sun is shining.
Perfect time to stay inside and watch TV.
There’s a hole in my soul goes clear through to China. Railroad workers come in through my heart. People smugglers are at the precipice of gang war, vying to use my ennui to gain wealth.
A guy named Ling crouches by a malfunctioning furnace near my bladder. Dreaming of a job at a restaurant in Maine.
Where the sidewalks are paved with lobsters.
While on the Screen Gems channel, Bobby Sherman and David Soul play a carefree game of saluggi that ends in tragedy. It is a metaphor for life.
I understand only two of you know what saluggi is.
But if you’re near a Chinese restaurant in Maine, late summer, a waiter named Ling will have the rules in his pocket.
Perhaps he will read them to you.
But don’t yell, “Immigration,” even in jest.
‘Cause the hole in my soul goes one way.