I sit in front of the Doppler radar sometimes for
hours, the green and yellow high-def images burn through my retina and cast
shadows on the back of my mind like the burnt and grisly phantoms of Bikini
Atoll. I see visions at these times. Once I saw a demon sitting astride matched
Land Cruisers puffing loose cigars……The smoke and sulphur curled lazily upward,
like the ethereal drift of Dick Cheney’s shotgun muzzle, and breathing heavily
but fresh, like pre-wrapped salad.
