I was traveling.
Back… far back, from an alternate universe.
I was in my speedy Rubicon, dodging the old Fleet(wood’s) with equally out-dated, and terrifyingly inept clone trooper Commanders at their helms, once powerful, now dull.
I was returning from a hard won battle at our empire’s Target.
I was dusty and hot and had many captives on board that had been discounted.
I was not to be fooled with.
Fortunes had been saved, and in large sizes.
It was time to celebrate the victory of the Galactic BananaRepublic.
My capsule was hot and I saw flashes of my past life- a young recruit, so green, so full of wine.
I had earned my rank and would not be denied my place in the Great Garden of the District.
So, it came as a surprise when, in making my final descent, I realized that the evil Jedi Master, Darth Vader, had docked his ship… and trucks, and lights, and cable-cords, and technical assistants, and gophers, and boxes of shit that I can’t even imagine what’s in them there are so many, in front of my God Damn house!
Darth, I liked you better when you were Anakin Skywalker…
(who played Anakin Skywalker, aka, Darth Vader)
walking through a scene
around the corner from my home,
for a movie being
shot in New Orleans
|Did I get a notice?
No, I did not.
|“And when will this all be moved?”
Cheetah-phoned assistant with BIG shades
said she didn’t have a clue.
She has no idea how accurate that statement is.