Wednesday, April 06, 2022
Mindset
Carley didn’t wanna talk about it ever!
Ralph T. Walker nodded warily, maintaining
HIS exploded marriage, too, simply
outa bounds! As a result, they seldom
spoke! Amazing how so many innocent things
invoke the scabrous past. They married.
She got pregnant but then
spontaneously aborted.
They both sport bowling jackets
with coiling dragons on the back.
Their only friend, Patsy Hess,
spouts garrulously. One day
cries a solid hour in loneliness.
Her stoic friends don’t notice.
Labels: cold, communication, cruelty, divorce, loneliness, speaking, wounded
Friday, March 31, 2017
The Cold or Whatever
Jack and Orkey
-You have one of those
symptomless colds that're
going around.
-Isn't feeling completely
awful a symptom?
-Uh? Could you refine things?
-I've developed a thoroughly
lousy relationship with my body!
-Indeed?
-Should I layer numbers in there
to enforce the pseudo accuracy
of today? Spread-Sheet anybody?
-Add cranky at any rate? Not necessary.
Lousy relationship I can understand.
Labels: cold, cold going around, cranky, lousy relationship, numbers, quantify, relationship, sick, workplace
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Struggle or No
Labels: cold, friendship, lighter view, shared experience, sledding
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Desiring Toast
Rex couldn't get warm
in the new house.
He brought back the
heating engineers, and
they assured him that
the system was almost
double what was needed.
An old aunt contributed
her heavy quilt depicting
World's Fair scenes.
Bundled in this, he met his
medical team in the steaming
den.
They ruled out this and that
disease, and came up with nothing.
His girlfriend could've helped, but
she was doing the final sales push
for Delphinium Acres, staring
at 490,000.
Finally, Chuckie Blitiz, the absolute
joker in everything, seriously showed
him the ad that frigid evening.
Enjoys sex with wild abandon! Sustained.
A certain Rosa Destiny.
Well, pondered Rex. In the name of Therapy...
The Sustained did it.
Labels: cold, cold problem, frigid, sexual warmth, therapy, warmth
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Father of Daughters, Father of Sons
1)
Startled awake by discordant sobs
from two rooms.
With Cecily, Aunt Dot in nightgown and
army jacket.
"What the hell is going ON?"
She nodded toward the other bedroom where
Dinah’s noise had risen to retching.
There would his wife be, putting her finger
to her lips as a signal he should say nothing.
Two smashed romances, he guessed. But couldn't
visualize the individual males.
He held a generic one in his mind: stolid and
stupidly hormonal.
Walked out the garage to the freezing driveway.
The aunt's car whooped away, the door open.
He turned it off and closed the door and locked
it with the key. Put it in his robe pocket.
Three snow-streaked driveways over, spinning lights,
blue and red.
He walked towards them, his slippers crunching out
the wails from the house.
2)
Jumped from bed at the room pulsing red and
blue. When he got to the front door he could
see the slice of driveway with strident Budgey
on the ground being cuffed by the older cop,
and silent Hap running in the roadway, pursued
by the younger one.
No contest. Drunk B quickly exhausted, and
returned like a bundle. Then cuffed as well.
But left standing.
“What the hell...?” the father began.
"Suspicion of DUI," as officer coached the
manacled Budgey to his feet. "Quite one
weird chase from 7-11!"
The Dad allowed to check both as they protested
slurred innocence.
"They gotta be tested now. Send your lawyer in
the morning."
"A mother sleeping through all this?" shrugged the
younger one.
"She's at a conference for teachers."
Both cops nodded.
Right after the squad car extracted its colors, and
culprits, and the open doors of the remaining car
slammed shut, the two fathers stared dimly at each other
as black snow began softly falling.
Labels: cold, cops, daughters, drunk, DUI, family emergencies, Fathers, Romance, sex, snow, sons
