Saturday, December 13, 2014
The Massive Footprint
Detectives Romey and Pearl
Herve Best, Carpenter, reported
it from his cell and stuck
around as instructed.
“No human made that!” Pearl emitted.
And Romey started hinting
that Bell had fashioned a form
from wood and pressed it
in the mud. Bell laughed.
“Let me point out here and here!
Places where things ain’t square.
No carpenter would let that go like that.
He’d a-put the levels to it in the shop.”
“Makes sense,” Pearl shrugged.
"Then we got us a monster...”
“Or another hoax! Police
Work being a hoax a day
presently.” Spat Romey. Patrol-
person Joanne Harrel,
taking the pictures.
Went back to the car
for the molding kit, then
“What’ll I tell my future grandchildren?
With all their cop toys! Years later?
With all these jokes on us?”
“You served with distinction!” Pearl began,
“And a fool, both.” Romey finished.
Labels: Bigfoot, bitterness, forensics, hoax, police
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Tie
The Tradition
-And the yearly messages from Marcel, the Farmer!
So simple and yet so exquisite. Genevieve the
cow, and Josie the cat, plus the insane chickens!
-Ah yes, Josie as a rangy beauty with tiger stripes.
Then the gentle speculation as to the barnyard Romeo-
layabout who fathered calico kittens.
-The one picture I've seen of Marcel. In misty hayloft, spare but blocky man writing his message with stub pencil on the back of a feed store bill. So so so charming.
-Who dares dispute?
-His last one, o the deepest! Stressing the Earth, the Earth, the Earth!
-Uh huh? Your triplets reflect the usual ones in his various messages. Literary attempts by a simple, good man? I think not.
-Please don't be a Frenchman, and debase and debunk
everything!
-I won't be, but yet you must pull up your Big Boy Pants, for any French person must hear one adult thought a day. And here is yours! There is no Farmer Marcel, nor Genevieve, nor Josie the cat. The first draft of each admired tome came from New York, thence to London for the literary flourishes. Last, translated to French.
-Good God! Just...give me a moment to say goodbye to my Marcel!
-Take your time. Include cow and cat.
-And my Gallic pride forever stung by this not being a purely French product! Even if a phony one. Why English at all?
-Because English is the language for utter shit.
-Horseshit or Bullshit?
-A tie.
Labels: cat, chicken, cow, English, farmer, French, hoax, language, pastoral
