You think that you can front when Revelation comes?

Washington monument, our nation’s capital

Well into the afternoon the house still smelled like bacon. I sat and watched the lawn sprinkler, tried to think about nothing. The last day in D.C. I got up at 6 and walked down to the White House, the prostitutes and full moon were still out, both looked funny in the morning like they didn’t belong there. I got closer to the White House than I thought, a small tribute to peace across the street, a homeless guy with a Trump T-shirt, some asleep in the grass, wrapped in sheets…and with the ballroom lights on inside, the fountain out front, the red flowers around the base, I wondered if he was in there: but unlike other presidents here was only repulsion, the idea of meeting him, it reminded me of the Tolkien film from the night before, when the camera pans and the color palettes shift: Gollum, Frodo and Sam cutting through the Dead Marshes…showdown at Helm’s Deep with the Uruk-hai…Saruman’s servant Wormtongue…and the camera pans to the puppet mouth of Don Jr. the day the story broke about the Russians, the dirt on Clinton, the dirt on Trump. And in the morning it’s 85 already with a heat index of 100 and everyone is out running, and it doesn’t take long for the ice in my iced coffee to melt, for it to go muddy brown. Here, a quote on the Treasury building by its Roman columns, Bancroft: Commerce defies every wind, outrides every tempest, and invades every zone. And back to the Smithsonian castle at the top of my loop, where we tried to end the night but couldn’t, we stepped out on the garden terrace with the full moon yellow and I said this has nightcap written all over it—but it was hours before we were through still, and well past the time the bartender in the hotel lobby made that sawing motion with his hand across the neck saying no more, last call, and someone from our group negotiated another round, “be careful what you wish for.” There’s a spot on the map that’s marked The House Where Lincoln Died, and it sounds like a book. And they’re setting up a circus on the National Mall, and there’s army helicopters buzzing like horseflies, the threat of a storm all week but it won’t break, and I have to get my passport renewed so I can go back to the Alps but now you can’t wear glasses in your picture, and if you smile you can’t show teeth, so I decide I’ll do neither, and frown.

 

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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22 Responses to You think that you can front when Revelation comes?

  1. OK, I had to look up the title reference. And then I looked up Spoonie Gee.

    Good to have you back, man! There’s been a Pearse deficit around here, but I’m glad you were keeping the hotel bar in the black back in DC.

    Incidentally, I’ve been in that building where Lincoln died — odd little room, with a tiny tiny bed for a tall man. One of those places that feels inhabited by ghost plasma. Ick!

    PS — Love the line about the moon and prostitutes!

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      You’re the best, thanks Kevin. Been telegraphing thoughts your way today, will drop a line here soon. Glad to be back and looking forward to catching up. Bill

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  2. Perfect. A circus is so apropos. Bring in the clowns. Don’t bother they’re here…

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  3. rossmurray1 says:

    Moon/prostitutes = excellent
    I feel I’m there in this piece, and for me DC is an abstract concept more than a place. That Commerce quote is terrifying; I’ve never heard it before.

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      Hi! It was terribly strange for me to be there, to be in a cab stuck in traffic because the president was going by and they had things cordoned off (again) which seemed to happen many times a day, all the sirens and cars honking. Maybe I’m projecting too, projectile-style.

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  4. If only there was Art in the local circus. Instead the scary clown is infecting us all.

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  5. ksbeth says:

    good to see you, bill. it sounds like an eclipse of the moon and prostitutes. who shadows who? the total eclipse coming in august has nothing on this.

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  6. Akuokuo says:

    I can see a smile in there. Can’t hide an inner smile 🙂

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  7. amcmulin914 says:

    Got what I wished for, just needed to read the email! Great stuff.

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