Monday, May 10, 2021

Sugar Baby

 

     “Come on, try me.”

     She looked up from her phone, rolled her never ending eyes, and sighed a metric ton.

     Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things?

     “Dylan?”

     “You’re an idiot. You are never going to pass this class.”

     “One more, one more please? I will let you have the rest of my Sugar Babieees.”

     She grabbed the rest of the Sugar Babies, shook some into her mouth.

     Not in a box, not with a fox.

     “Uhhhh…Whiiiitman?”

     She grabbed the Sugar Babies, flipped me the bird and flew down the stairs to the living room.

     I leaned back and stared out the window, glowing in the knowledge that she was my friend.  Best friend even, as long as there was a never-ending supply of Sugar Babies.


For the Propmt "Prosery" at dVerse Poets Pub

Thursday, April 29, 2021

Can I See Your Room?

      I awoke this morning to see that my globe was the size of a marble. My dictionary was open to the page where the word foreign would be.  The definition was cut out. I looked out my window and saw my old friend from Laos.  She was no longer an emoji. I reached for her hand and for the first time, felt how small the world had become.

Monday, November 11, 2019

He/She or Gathering the World


He saw the world at right angles, sharp, geometrically synchronous
She saw the world in feathered edges, soft, undulating, grey where they needed to be
He never sat back in a chair, relaxation meant lack of control, weakness, pain
She let the day wash over her slight frame, cleansing, smelling of honey lilac soap

When carefully mixed, they made a complexity unmatched, people were drawn
Foreground purposeful and solid, background left to fanciful imagination
There were cogs and pulleys, sand and flowers, whips and belts, coalescing
They would hold court and people would come and ask questions and fawn

He held them rapt with numbers, theorem, history as bright and varied as a Pollock
She would roll them about her tongue and make loins tingle, every word a breath of mint
Together they would make the others want to be them, eating from the same trough
When night fell and the others withdrew there were whispers and thoughts of new beginnings

He saw the world at right angles, sharp, geometrically synchronous
She saw the world in feathered edges, soft, undulating, grey where they needed to be
He never took the attention for granted and took the responsibility to heart
She absorbed the energy and returned it tenfold, drunk on the possibilities

Monday, November 4, 2019

Sisters

     The handsome man sat between the two sisters at the bar. He was wiry, muscled like freighters usually were, all that lifting and moving. He drank a beer and listened to the sisters talk of pineapple candy and licorice whips, giggling and fingering their hair and necklaces without knowing  they was doin' it. The sisters were named Trepidation and Sanguination.  The handsome man, the wiry man, thought that those were right odd names for girls such as these, but then thought, what business was it of his to second guess the naming. It was a mother's right to name her children whatever she wanted and here he was smack sandwiched between the two, feelin' a bit like a rooster, struttin' and eyeing his spoils with a one eyed intensity, head cocked, senses sure and alert.

     Another man approached the bar and ordered a whiskey.  This man was mountainous and the smell that came off of him was sour and festering. His hands were rough and dirty, his face the color of old pavement. His eyes too thin and watery.The wiry man, the handsome man, knew that men like this had no good in em' and were used to taking to what they wanted. His grandpa once told him that men like that didn't come from the land, weren't part of the land.  That they viewed theyselves separately from all that was natural, all that was the land. They took what they wanted, and wanted not the thought of other men and was niggardly with the things they took, not sparing a single thought to the feelings or the worry of another soul.
     
     The man drank his whiskey and turned toward them.

     "Ladies," he said tipping his glass and a jowly smile at the sisters.
  
     The sisters were silent.

     "What's the matter girls, cat got your tongue?"

     Silence.
     
     "Can't ya tell when a real man is courtin' ya, or are you just some stuck up cunt's in need of a good roll?"
    
      He slammed his glass back on the bar and ordered another.

     "Maybe they just know when the meat's done spoiled,"  the handsome man, the wiry man, said.
     
     The big man glared, his too red, too watery eyes fixed on the wiry man, the handsome man.
    
     "You making' to get at me," the big man said in a low, even voice.

     "No sir, I just reckon we want to be left to ourselves if it ain't so much to ya."

     The big man walked toward the little group and stood towering above the handsome man, the wiry man. His stench wasn't so much real, like salt pork gone bad, but more like the smell of death and decay, the smell of trouble in a back alley dice game gone to fightin'.

     He reached and grabbed the wiry man, the handsome man, by the collar.

     "Bet you didn't think that today was the day you died, he said taking his other monstrous hand and now encircling both hands around the neck of the handsome man, the wiry man. He started to squeeze.

     "Hey," the shout came from the sister called Trepidation.  The big man looked up for a split second just in time for him to see the flashing arc of the knife as Sanguination cut his throat, the blood gushing immediately in pulsing arcs on to the shirt and face of the wiry man, the handsome man.

     A honk came from outside the bar.  The sisters threw two half dollars on the bar and grabbed the wiry man, the handsome man, by the arms and pulled him along out the front door.

     Pulled to front of the bar was a silver Lincoln. Behind the wheel sat another woman. She had yellow hair and sunglasses. The sisters pushed the handsome man, the wiry man, into the back seat and hurriedly got in, slamming the doors.

     "Well what do we have here," the woman behind the wheel asked as she slammed the gas pedal to the floor board. Gravel , dust and blue smoke rolled out from the back of the car. "Looks you done caught yourselves a man," she said looking in the rear view glass at the sisters.

     She held her outstretched hand over the seat to shake. 

     "I'm Satiation, what say we take you back to our place and get you cleaned up," she said not taking her eyes from the road.

     The handsome man, the wiry man, smiled.