Wednesday, March 15, 2017
What She Sees
Dolores gone from her bed that morning.
Mac and Carol wondered about calling the police,
but had been instructed in the past to watch Milo's
Exercise City before the 7 AM news.
A banner ran across the bottom as Milo coaxed into
slow-motion stretches.
iwdw-d
in warp don't worry-dolores.
The family proud that she was called from time
to time, though Mac and Carol puzzled as to her
expertise.
"Well it's not sex!" Dolores laughed, "What you two think about!"
What could it be for a seventeen year old?
During another time: “The leader says I see things nobody else can,
but that's only there. Here I'm the average clunk. Boyfriend, stupid
music, florescent hatchet-hair, raggedy-ass clothes!”
Once, at a neighborhood meeting, Dr Abnessry, the School District
Psychologist, had passed around many pictures, one of which
featured Dolores and Rockno, the boyfriend, on his multicolored
scooter. All to convince parents that their children were “normal.”
The atmosphere was jovial and everyone laughed. The theme:
This, too, shall pass.
It does and it doesn’t.
In the meantime, Rockno did worry. Leaving messages on all
the cells.
When he came by, Carol told him she'd be back soon. Mac was
up on a ladder, cleaning the gutters. When Rockno's scooter
squealed away, he slipped a rung, his nose being scored by
another.
Carol sprayed it with saline and dabbed Vaseline on a band-aid.
"You're good to go," she told him.
When Dolores returned, the leaves were back in the gutter and
the scratch had never occurred.
No time had lapsed since she left her bed.
Which she does now in her Shrieking Roar-Boys’ pjs and
Minnie Mouse Slippers. Breakfast.
Rockno had perceived nothing of course.
Labels: boyfriend, Family, future, Teens, time, timewarp, warp
Saturday, January 19, 2013
“The Death of Aristotle
went down hard in my house.
Dad’d like to bring him
back for some new quotes. Mom’s
all Shoppy-hower
or Shitty-flower or some
such.
Yeah, brought up by intellectuals.
Not the same as
wolves, but the results can
be as wild.
I’m on curfew now. Freedom
granted again shortly.
Then I’ll test the two fools
anew.
I’m looking for a fellow with
a five-word vocabulary
who drags his knuckles on the
ground. They want
a bright one, of course, so
they can talk their crap.
Liberals? Now what do you
think? Conservative Intellectual
is an oxymoron, no matter
what the hate radio of this
dumbed-downed region tries to
convince you.
And it’s Schopenhauer. I was just teasing. They’ve taught me
a lot though they’re idiots.”
Labels: Aristotle, Conservative, freedom, Hate Radio, intellectual, liberal, Schopenhauer, Teens
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Teen Couple, Merritt Square Mall, Their Friends Late
HE
(mute)
SHE
This is, like, waiting!
HE
(mute)
SHE
This is, like, waiting!
Labels: Teens
