Run For Your Life -- a story

Thanks to everyone who has been listening to my music on soundclick.com/bobbygilles. I've had several songs turn up at various times in the "top 20" on their Christian music charts (based on number of different people who play the songs in a given day) and two that made the top ten. Fun.

Here is a little story/poem for you. It's a bit experimental:

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE



Sprinting through the jungle, smacking into leaves -- they may as well be razors, slicing tender skin.

Why am I here, running for my life in this heat? Can’t see five feet … can’t slow down. Probably have a heart attack … cannibals … Tree! Barely missed. Shouldn’t have taken this job. At my age.

Sprinting through the jungle, smacking into leaves -- they may as well be razors, slicing tender skin. Natives closing in, aiming poison arrows. No rescue in sight; frazzled to the marrow.

Almost tripped again. They’re gaining. Can’t catch … breath. Five million worth it? Already got more than I can spend. Gaining on me …rock! Too old.

Sprinting through the jungle, smacking into leaves -- they may as well be razors, slicing tender skin. Natives closing in, aiming poison arrows. No rescue in sight; frazzled to the marrow. Swinging on a vine, picking up the pace, like a tarnished pendulum, plunging through space.

Have to do it all again. Till I get it right, he says …. I think I’m bleeding God I need air. Used to be Macbeth. Used to be Willy Loman. Used to be The Gentleman Caller. Now … studio whore. Same character overandover. Just change the title. Not even that -- Part 2, Part 3.

Sprinting through the jungle, smacking into leaves -- they may as well be razors, slicing tender skin. Natives closing in, aiming poison arrows. No rescue in sight; frazzled to the marrow. Swinging on a vine, picking up the pace, like a tarnished pendulum, plunging through space. "Time to end this race."

"Cut! C’mon, John, you’re running like a girl. You’re being chased by cannibals, for Christ’s sake. Hey, I’m talking to you. Where you going? John, come back here! We’re a month behind. John, don’t you run out on me. You run out on me, you’re finished in this town. Answer me. Get back here! We have a contract, John. You can’t do this to me. Do you KNOW who I AM?"

THE END