Hash (hashjones) wrote in spin_poetry,

Litening Cafe

Finally off work, I head down to the litening café for a hot one.

Nothing like 4000 volts running through your entire system.

They all know me here. I’ve been goin’ there for years.

When I get there, a guy comes up to me and says, “Hey, I know you.”

Visibly nonplussed, I’m not quite sure how to react. I don’t remember this guy.

“You probably don’t remember me,” he says with a giant grin. “I haven’t seen you in over 10,000 years.”

That’s curious, I don’t remember anything beyond 4000 years ago. I try to ignore him and get in a few more volts.

“We jumped from Iceberg to iceberg in those days. And you… your name was Yor. Yor of the Ice People.”

You know, shock therapy used to be only for the very rich and criminally insane. It’s easy to take for granted, now that it’s available in all the local cafes.

It used to just be for rich and the criminally insane, now everyone wants some.

“What are you doing with yourself these days?” he asks.

“I’m a web designer,” I say. “But hey who isn’t.”

Visibly nonplussed, he’s not sure how to react. Web designer?

I take a few more volts.

“If you had humanity at your feet, what would you say?” he asks.

“Humanity?” I say. ”You mean, like, all of it?”

“No, like… like if you had a million, or a thousand people… or, like, 100 people who were hanging on your every word… what would you say?”

It’s been so long since someone has asked me that. “Well…” I say at last, “I would probably just be still.”

A knowing grin climbs his face like a iceberg reaching from the horizon, he puts his hand on my shoulder.

“As you were back then, my friend. As you were back then.” And with that, he walks away.

I guess he didn’t want any current, after all.

Yor of the ice people…. What a crazy idea.
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