Friday, November 27, 2015

 

The Worry of Worry


When Cindy proposed a bike trip
through Southern Indiana, Rentz
promised to think about it.

He did. Initially. Then only of the
possible dangers. From here he
branched out to local and national
and international dangers.

In short, he worried.

When she finally called, he told her
to get lost--somewhat more politely
than that.

He couldn't afford risk-takers in his life.
Which was hostile and worrisome enough.

He became Worry. In fact, if there were
a Mount Olympus in Muncie, he'd be God
of Worry.

Friends peeled away, and he got fired for
warning all his fellow employees by
preaching the hedges against disaster
learned from talk radio, including gold
and dried food.

He worries 24-7 as best he can. Though
afraid to go to sleep, he does drop off
to nightmares.

Armageddon will begin in Muncie, his
website promises.

Readers chime in, offering their own towns.
And lives worse.

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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

 

From Sea to Shining etc


-This'll serve as a kind of pass. You can look at it,
but you won’t recognize a word.

-Printed in a third-grade hand.

-All you’ll need.

-And if I tried without...?

-Life is cheap. And has gotten ridiculously so.

-I’ve noticed.

-Follow each and every step, and do exactly what
you’re told.

-You used to preach the opposite.

-Freedom was the catchword then. Times change.

-And you with them?

-Or be crushed!

-Well...best be off on my arduous...

-Or you’ll be arrested!

-How about you?

-I maneuvered myself into one who arrests.

-So, I should be afraid of you also?

-I wouldn’t linger. Catch the Swiss Fall. Just before
the ice and snow. And don’t miss Mass there! Ever!

-Will you join me?

-Wouldn’t be surprised.

-But you’re safe!

-No one is.

-What if I have a lover by then?

-We’ll share him or her.

-Another 180! Once dead set against any collective
anything! “Share? Don’t make me laugh!” you spat.

-It don’t mean a thing if you ain’t got that swing.

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Sunday, May 13, 2012

 
Skating the Edge

Truly bumpy ice.
You may stumble.

So, stay low, nice-
ly slow.

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