Eleanor Rigby

“Guns shooting at loaves of bread.”
“Coyotes stumbling down an empty freeway. Eyes are milky.”
“There’s too much sun. The sun shines whenever and wherever it likes. Night is old fashioned.”
“Where is the correct path?”
“If time had to begin then it has to end at some point, too.”
“What if God exists but he doesn’t really like people very much?”
“A new order, cold white lights that burn and die.”
“A tornado with a halo.”
“A guy throwing a thrashing body in the trunk of a chevy.”
“A 747 the size and shape of a hotel, flying to jerusalem, with stacking chairs instead of seats.”