On Ash Wednesday in New Orleans , a silver knight rides the hood of a slowly-moving red Volkswagen, retaining his poise with a firm handle on a windshield wiper, a box containing the New Queen Bee nestled in his other arm, driving towards a hot dog stand where the Savage Bees are swarming. the knight tells the driver to shut the windows, close the vents, and keep in constant walkie-talkie chatter with the assistant medical examiner. he slowly approaches the hot dog stand, and he becomes ketchup. two intoxicated Mardi Gras pirates cannot curb their hunger, racing through the sheriff’s roadblock in their yellow convertible, driving into the swarm, becoming mustard. the driver’s anguish attracts the bees, and the Bug becomes a hive. she drives to the Superdome, and the swarm acquiesces to the air conditioning. fun fact: the silver knight was one of the Magnificent Seven.
(poet's preface: I wanted to entitle this one, 'Cagesack', but I opted for the soundbite, clear-as-mud 'Dark Decisions' because I figured it would be preferred by Nicholas and John. Other potential titles: 'Rick Astley and the Overnight Recovery' and 'Robert Shaw and His Resting Shark Face'.) CUSACK: you're going on a journey with a heat-seeking panther riding a Yamaha-1 bending time cross-country at 180 miles per hour. The panther is denigrated as a one-sided perfectionist, but I don't need to tell you the not-so-feel-goods are so terrifically wrong. CAGE: I believe the one-sided perfectionist in search of employment needs tutelage because he is a dope. True greatness is terrifying; the constant is the ant. CUSACK: And the ants are signing the checks, you fabulists. Last night, God turned the garden hose on the Olympians, soaking togas and diluting drinks, but he couldn't extinguish the action at...
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