Friday, February 13, 2015
Three Archetypal Women
Doc Mac, Noggo the reader, Slice, deli guy
-Bitsy is a Fatal Woman.
She’s killed one man,
and ruined seven...
and counting.
-Like Circe, she turns
men into swine!
-What’s hard about that?
...
The Easy Game
At the athletic club we chatted
about a certain total cuteness.
Shorty overheard, warning
“Stay a hundred miles away!
Pure Poison! Guy over in
Fletcher killed hisself!”
Chubby, Maroon, and I threw
towels at him. He was supposed
to collect them anyway, this
Crabapple Jones in everything!
Maroon remarked, "Pure Poison,
hey? Well, who's pure in everything?
We're all amalgams."
Not in her case. A year later she
had gone through each, our
nerves shot.
We invited a Shaman, Paint Horse
of the Waluta Tribe, to come to
Chubby's house.
Must return at least twice more:
“Bad Woman Magic!”
“That’s ambiguous!” Maroon has said.
“And with his strange intonations, you
can’t pin it down.”
“Give him a break! He’s trying to get
us right with the Spirit World.” -Chubs.
“I’ll settle for this shattering one!”
...
A Certain Kind of Club
Come on, Mick! You act as if I’m
killing you!
Mick?
Mick!
Is Doctor Fessbinder in the club?
Labels: cute, Fatal Woman, friendship, relationship, sex, sex club, Shaman, Spirit World
