the golden hammer

he woke up bleary-eyed with the sun shining on his face and the wind whipping outside the window...it rattled the panes and shook the apartment, but still not with the force that he had inherited...last night he had the strangest dream, an angel appeared to him, holding a golden hammer in his hand...this hammer passed from the angel to him...than he awoke to the sounds of the wind and the radio...playing..."if you had such a dream, would you get up and do the things you believe in, while your head is clear, la la la la la"...he walked down to the corner to buy some cigarettes, still humming the last tune he heard...he walked in, "la la la la la"...the cigarettes smoked he stumbled again to the windswept streets, the gusts rolling down from skyscrapered canyons to his door...he went into the nearest bar to escape the onslaught...it was warm inside both from the fireplace, and the carbon dioxide being spilled into the air by a few of the well dressed brokers at the bar...he too sat at the bar far from the suits and ordered a whiskey straight up...the whiskey soothed him but the suits irked him...their conversation was the usual and they were really no different than any other good proel in the uncaring city...the strange part was he didn't hate these people or like them...and now this feeling was even stronger...ever since the dream, it seemed as if he was indifferent to everyone...even to himself...he tuned out the conversation and for the first time remembered his strange dream and what it had really done to him...what had he become...he thought of the golden hammer and imagined himself using it...wielding it as the pure will of god...the thunder louder, the wind furious...the plague removed, the light shining through...he imagined the millions and millions of miles of desolation, the fallow fields, the empty faces, the darkness banished in one instant of realization...the hammer flaming had cracked the false facade and brought forth pure knowledge...the will, indifferent, had restored itself...at that moment the jukebox crept into his vision..."judy i dont know you if you're gonna show me everything"...and with that he came out of his trance and realized his glass was empty...he paid the tab, and passed the suits with hardly a glance...he walked out onto the windy streets, it was dusk now and he had little time...night was almost upon him and he had appointments to keep...