Wednesday, November 02, 2016
a quaint western tale
Judge liked to open the warehouse
of certain mornings. To think.
His satellite office there deathly quiet
at 6 AM.
Not so, that Thursday when actual
cowboys cut the locks to the warehouse
gates to establish a shortcut getting
their cattle to the stockyard.
For some reason the driven beasts all let
go at the same time.
And the expression about the shit hitting
the fan held true.
Actually the fan running into Excelsior
Hair Products, covering Judge as a result.
Actually too, getting him to shriek as to
the end of the world.
For he was a Tribulationist, though
he thought the world would end in
unspeakable sin. Thus inevitable fire.
That the world might end first in shit,
and in a small Texas town chock-a-block
with churches...well, defied whatever logic
remained in the world.
Things, of course, went on the same half-
ass manner, but Judge, unconvinced, found
his way, with the help of his wife and children,
to the Colonel Parkham and Sons Rest Home.
There he belongs to a bible study group,
indeed the whole place is one.
“Well, the world has ended! But this
new one...!” he begins re Matthew 17 20.
Labels: Bible, bible study, End of the World, religion, Texas, Tribulationist, Western
Monday, March 31, 2014
Hoops Armageddon
Time for Ruck's famous move.
Dribbling the ball across the key and floating it up
towards the hoop. Usually.
But, the game has lost urgency since the other players
suddenly gone, spectators too.
Moreover the ball has grown several sizes and will hardly
fit the basket. Yet he keeps dribbling, it resounding hugely in
the empty amphitheater.
When he finally lets it go, looks the size of a Volkswagen as
it crashes though twin exit doors and water rushes in.
Rucks flees to the balcony where the onlookers have left scraps of
food. Even the waxed paper and styrofoam trays have retained
some flavor.
How to renegotiate his contract now? Never the thinking man’s
player, he nonetheless went at everything hard.
Thus, thought will not defeat him either, nor this temporary...
whatever it is.
He sang Look For the Silver Lining and it made him feel better, even while shivering.
Why not You’ll Never Walk Alone? (Coach insisting “We win as a team!”) Personal preference.
Though no team without him. Even his enemies in the press
admit that.
“If I’m the last man left in the world I’ll be proud of that too!”
he informs the jazzy scoreboard running a slide show of his career just before it explodes.
Labels: basketball, End of the World, hoops, lonely
Saturday, November 19, 2011
End of the World
Hysterical, even, counsel perspective.
It (some sourest brew) not being
“The End of the World!” Feels
enough like it as ashes settle in.
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no posts till Dec 1
Labels: End of the World
