In Boozo Veritas #43 by Teege Braune
Instead of Bowing Out Gracefully
Like Napoleon at Waterloo;
Like Truman according to The Chicago Tribune on November 3, 1948;
Like Ahab lashed to the whale, waving the Pequod to its doom before being dragged to the bottom of the ocean;
Like Dr. Duke “alone in Las Vegas, completely twisted on drugs, no cash, no story for the magazine… I didn’t even know who won the race. Maybe nobody;”
Like Branca the on mound at Polo Grounds after pitching the shot heard around the world;
Like Orpheus gazing back down a strip of road through a field at Eurydice;
Like Faust fleeing Gretchen’s cell with Mephistopheles;
Like Javert after helping Valjean carry Marius from the sewers before diving into the Seine;
Like Julius Caesar on the floor of the Senate in the arms of Brutus;
Like the hundredth eye of Argus Panoptes growing heavy as Hermes sings his lullaby;
Like Amelia Earhart somewhere over the Pacific Ocean;
Like Bonnie and Clyde on some backroad in Louisiana;
Like Butch and Sundance with nothing but the Bolivian army between themselves and Australia;
Like Kowalski gunning a 1970 Dodge Challenger toward a roadblock of cops and bulldozers;
Like Henry Hill taking a bite of egg noodles and ketchup;
Like Superman after his final confrontation with Doomsday;
Like Jodorowsky’s Dune;
Like Macbeth before the man not of woman born;
Like Moses on Mount Nebo gazing into the Promised Land;
Like Casey Jones with his hand on the whistle of the Cannonball Express on a foggy night in Mississippi;
Like Hercules donning a tunic stained by the Hydra’s blood;
Like Sisyphus, shouldering his boulder, as he approaches the crest of the steepest hill in Dis;
Like Lot’s wife turning to take one last look at burning Sodom;
Like Donald Duck at every turn;
Like Adam and Eve biting into the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil;
Like the gods at Ragnarok;
This is the week I have failed to write In Boozo Veritas.
Oh wait, here it is.
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Teege Braune (episode 72, episode 75, episode 77, episode 90) is a writer of literary fiction, horror, essays, and poetry. Recently he has discovered the joys of drinking responsibly. He may or may not be a werewolf.
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