- Occasionally, in order to prove there’s nothing extraordinary about them, they’ll make a formal display of their capacity for wasting time. To the women passing by, they are mistakes waiting to be made. All others passing think, “Behold here are vagrants arisen among us!”
- With an obstinacy toward daily labors, they stand where the pearls from culture’s swine-pen are stored. Spitting at the clouds, they let gravity take care of the rest. They discuss how every job, ever, is and always will be just a senseless distraction from their personal concentrations…
- Each day is their own mad attempt to interpret the whole world as having some underlying and lackadaisical truth beyond merely bringing home the bacon.
© Pythia , the Muse and medium of the Porcine Oracle. — an unpublished prose poem (2015).