Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Horses
-For your fiftieth birthday, I’m booking
the greatest magician ever!
-Will he disappear my angst?
-Better! He ends his act with a life-size
hologram of a horse! You ride it out!
-I can’t ride a hologram.
-You’re one too! He makes you one!
-I’ll take a real horse, thanks. Gallop away
from draining, and acutely real, Lenore!
-The lost Lenore?
-With any luck!
Labels: birthday, Fifty, hologram, horse, Lenore, magic, Poe, Raven
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Exits Three
-My Aunt Betts, who never swore, unleashed a blue streak
when dying.
-Was she horribly disappointed in life?
-Quite the opposite. Laughed more than her share.
-Then, why do you suppose...?
-Became available.
...
-Randolph, the horse, found solace as we read
Kierkegaard to him.
-Did the vet recommend?
-Said it wouldn’t hurt. Being and Nothingness.
-That’s Sartre!
-What the hell’s a horse care?
...
-The professor explained a paradox as he expired.
-Were you edified?
-Mumbled too much.
-As in life. Where do you suppose lost words go, anyway?
-The air. You walk into them.
-And then act?
-Not if you can help it!
Labels: blue language, death, deathbed, horse, Kierkegaard, last words, paradox, professor, Sartre
Saturday, September 05, 2015
Styles of Delivery
Milkmen
My brother sang Blueberry Hill for
the Sealtest Dairy's Christmas Party.
Their auditorium, and every kid got
a present from a roaming Santa.
Except me.
They didn't know I was coming
Still, made me sad, but a milkman was there
the next morning with a metal replica of
a Sealtest delivery van with a little milkman
inside.
Even now I see him coming up our stairs.
The human one.
So I play milkman several times, but my Uncle
Bill is one, from another dairy, and with a horse!
He enters our route with clops and the rattle of
of bottles.
Then the smaller clicks of bottles in his carrier as
he runs from the wagon, and the horse, a gray,
moves on at varied speeds, or stops for him to load
twin carriers.
A ballet that ends at Curran's Old Fashioned, which he
helps open while the horse chomps meditatively in a
bag of oats, gray in the still-gray light.
Labels: between man and horse, horse, milk delivery, milkman
Monday, February 02, 2015
The Death of the Dancing Horse
saddened Murtha. When Luna dropped by after
the Women's Convention, he told her.
"Well, don't wallow! Find out everything about him.
His mother and dad, the early training. More you
know, better you feel. Too bad you're not a
woman: We're learning to be afraid of nothing!
But, let me do it for you! Faster. She sat at the
computer. After a few seconds, Luna snapped
"You idiot! Walter didn't die, it was his 'amusing'
horse, Rory. All performers are high-pitched so
they need a...”
“I feel better! Nothing against...”
“Rory? A great card! Well, he's in Horse Laugh
Heaven, and you're still a moron!” she laughed.
A horse laugh, really. It seeped into the bricks
and was twisted out at night by the cold.
He frequently awoke to hear it.
Oddly, when they lived together, he never woke
up at night for any reason. Her daylight antics
exhausted him.
His own computer search, after she left, led him to
The Horse Entertainment Network. But that
ghosted out on the screen, and a banner blinked
red to tell him to press the red button on his
cable remote to attain this HEN.
He did, but had to okay an eight dollar a month surcharge.
Unfortunately, what he got concerned a lot of chickens!
But then, Bill Haspell came on and explained they thought
the chickens would be clever branding, a la HEN! He apologized
for the glitch and introduced the new branding, featuring,
of course, horses.
Murtha had then to endure Horses of Australia,
however the extraordinary aerial views to begin with.
But then, blessedly, World Horse News and the lead
story of training another ‘card’ to replace the departed Rory.
The search process had been complicated during his illness,
for most horses with humor were also cynical and lazy.
Popped up again Bill Haspell, offering T-Shirts convered
with hens. Seven dollars each, three for Twenty, but only
available in XXXXXLarge.
Bought three for sleeping–-Murtha liked roomy comfort there.
Sarcastic Luna would never see them in this new scheme
of things. She had encouraged him to get another girlfriend,
that he'd be doing her a favor, that she’d never ever be
jealous, etc. He knew better.
Labels: Cable, dancing horse, girlfriend, horse, jealousy, relationship
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Horses
shot out from under
during the personal war
include, most obviously,
Pride. In daily skirmish,
they decline and fall
without names.
shot out from under
during the personal war
include, most obviously,
Pride. In daily skirmish,
they decline and fall
without names.
