Life sucks: movement three

A car crashed in five seconds.

“Where did you come from?”

Said the park bench to the old man who was taking rest upon it.

The car crashed right through the window

Of the post office

Heard on the other side of town

In the wedding chapel next door someone said,

“I should have told you this a long time ago baby, I lo…”

From

Across the street of the post office,

The old man watched the car continue to crash into the wedding chapel.

“fidem oculorum timere” was inscribed above the doors of the little chapel, but trust me: it didn’t make any marriage better.

It was a Sunday that smelled of cut grass

and the old man could still taste blood in his mouth.

(From a vacation he had taken to Las Vegas this past weekend)

“Don’t say nothing about it”

The old man said to the park bench.

And upon uttering this, everyone in the park wept.

Just as a dog can smell fear of a stranger,

It was as if God herself had jumped down to the earth with a sudden thud.

The hopeless keys of love

knew we were “sadder but wiser”

And next year he will surrender that permanent frown on his face for a crown in heaven.

Aurora’s red stilettos are still stuck in the windows of the post office and wedding chapel,

And Darcy still thinks about Las Vegas.

The newspaper the next day was read by every person in town:

It was 8am when a car drove off the road, through the post office, and into the wedding chapel on main. Many were agog that none had died.

The event was such a spectacle investigators nearly overlooked an older man who had died of heart failure on a park bench across the street.

In an official statement the police chief has confirmed that the deceased gentleman was the licensed owner of the car, and the red stilettos from the scene of the crash were used in a multiple stabbing in the next town over last weekend.

The car used in the crash is still missing,

And trust me:

none of this would have ever happened,

If he had not gone to Vegas that weekend.