Timothy Edmond #33

I find premonitions of death

can be quite entertaining

especially if they are movie

length or a TV mini series.

There’s one were I’m

standing on the very

top of an A frame

ladder on tippy toes reaching

long to try and change

a light bulb.

The lights went out,

a inky darkness fell,

a palm orchestra played,

the sound of a man falling

off an aluminum ladder

was heard.

On one it started when

I was born and it’s still going.

There was one

I could feel it in my bones

and mostly you have to let go

and just let it take care of themselves,

I was so close to it 

it was like 

the next door I went through

that was it

no more meals.

I was watching the

sun rise through glass

eating a burger

this was my last day.

The bus came

when it said it would

I stepped on

I couldn’t do anything

I feared it would lead to my death

as the bus pulled away

I put more deodorant on

to hide myself.

I avoided one

way streets where I

know I would be killed

by a car reversing

and the man at my

shoulder telling me he

knew my father

walking with me told me

he had only come down to

Sydney recently but years

ago he’d been here

many years working on

scenes that my Dad had

come up with to

revolution telecommunication.

“We had big plans even

now it’s secret. Look over

your shoulder. Do you

see that man in the

hat? Yes. He is interested

in what we say.

Be careful of your

words it may change

everything.”

I had seen this

chap before as if

he had been a premonition

I’d seen him at my

Dad’s funeral and that

time I went to my

Dad’s work.

He was planning my death

with my father, they were

stooped over a table

in breaks they fed me

chocolate

like to fatten me up

for the next photo shoot.