Friday, August 25, 2017
The Quartet
-Your wife forgot something,
so drove back downtown.
She says you can reach her
on her cell.
-Never turns it on.
-Oh?
-Just likes patting it in
her jeans. Reassuring.
-I...notice little disturbances,
uh, interruptions of light.
Rustles.
-Sidney Carton.
-Cat?
-Most surreptitious.
-And literary! Well it all sounds nice.
You, wife, cat in little Ractal.
-The town that even Ignominy forgot.
-And you call Ragtag, of course.
-Are you a prophet?
-Can be a part of the job.
-Well...which of the three are you taking along?
-We'll get to that.
-If I may make a suggestion? You should
have a substitute to plug right in.
-A good one, but, alas, I travel alone.
-But not on the return leg? At any rate, the balance can be restored here pretty quickly.
-Is that the most important thing? Balance?
-What else?
-I'll have Sidney come out so I can get a look.
-You must praise him! Otherwise he's impossible!
-Your wife is patting her phone. She's at the
bottom of Skinner Ravine. Nasty! But she
won't suffer. Sheriff Gathers will tell you that.
-Sad. I only have good things to say about
Death Valley.
-Her nickname, naturally. Will you mention that
in the funeral notice?
-Must. Many don't know her real name.
-The desert's an odd place.
-We embrace that.
-I can see that.
-And it, us.
-Sidney Carton! What a total and absolute sweetheart!
-Well done.
Labels: behavior, death, desert, eccentricity, place
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
The State sent him in a Chevvy
He stayed at the inn and quietly
asked us a few questions. iPad.
Next time, camp at the lake
with wife and children!
We’ll tell him what he wants to know.
The kids playing into the afterglow,
like sticks of fire.
Labels: Family, inquiry, official, place, state
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Guns in Heaven
Celestial Boom-Boom
-Will there be guns in Heaven?
-Of course. Every make and model.
-That'll scare the fairies. They'll think murder!
-As they should. Plenty of that there.
-But the target'll just get up and walk away?
-So what? You can nail him again and again!
-Continuous revenge! I love it!
-It’s Heaven after all.
-How about hunting? The downed beast comes back to
life and ambles off?
-That's right. Plenty more.
-So, no trophies!
-Just women for that.
-You're joking!
-Yes, but just in a way: They'll know their place there.
Labels: guns, heaven, hunting, knowing place, murder, place, women
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
The Essential Where
Three Poor Old Things Orient
1 knows she's in Cocoa Beach, Florida,
but can't convey same.
The words bump and jam. When she can finally get
something out, it snaps in frustrated anger.
2, old traveler, prefers London, Paris, Rome.
The nurse taking her history can get her here, but
spottily. She codes TDD, for Tends to Daydream.
3 is everywhere and nowhere. She CIAs it.
Deepest secrecy required since you’re eyeing
her dollar store jewelry.
Labels: Alzheimer's, CIA, place, senility
Friday, August 19, 2011
Flash Mobs
From London to Philadelphia, youths erupting over theft of their futures*
Dislike that Republican plank, do they?
Abiding one labeled Knowing One’s Place?
*Courtland Milloy
From London to Philadelphia, youths erupting over theft of their futures*
Dislike that Republican plank, do they?
Abiding one labeled Knowing One’s Place?
*Courtland Milloy
Labels: flash mob, place, platform, Republican
