thin self

You are a thin shadow of your former self, Fritz.

I am a thin self in search of my former shadow...

What was it that brought you here? Why now?

I flowed through my former life... learned lessons...found I needed to reconcile, but then came the realization - it's "The Reckoning". Spread barren, Splayed bare.

...What brings you here?

What brings me is purely a lark. Something sparked my imagination and I decided to let it play out.

I'm some whim? I see.  Some figment of your imagination...

An 'extension' perhaps, but ultimately, it just wasn't what I had imagined.

An “imagination” can take on many a color, with many changeable shades and moods. Are you sure? Sure of your scope and direction?

I believe...

I simply don't know if I... if I'm up to The Reckoning.

'The Reckoning' is amorphous...vaporous. There is either 'No Reckoning'...or, you surrender at the gates of your private heaven, to be vaporized into the air and reconciled as a hair on the chin of a mote lost and tossed in a cosmic dust storm.

Absurd. I can't reckon...

No. None of us can.

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tails adrift

Froggy Morn

When it starts to taste

like lacquer thinner

instead of fine wine

you know it’s time…

when you’d empty

the vault

for a single malt …

you know it’s time…

thinking scattered

what mattered

was the frog

in my shower

it took me a while 

to decide

I don't think it's mine

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doorlight

 It was Beverly. It was early. She got back too soon and caught me. It didn't have to be, but she disgraced me in a way I doubt I'll ever forget. Chiding me with her ridicule, sentencing me to a monastery of denial…the isolation…oh, I did it, but damned if I admit it.

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Lurking

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bluestreak 1

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Chocolate tizzy

Chocolate was not on the agenda, nor the menu, but she insisted, like “go-back-to-the-kitchen” insisted, in a major-bitch-fit insisted...........the kitchen, now closing, the staff frozen while the alert kitchen boy ran out to the street, and rounded the corner. In the meantime, the staff came awake and tried to look busy scurrying here and there accomplishing nothing, while the the boy scooped up five snickers bars, two stale cookies, and a fudge bar from the convenience store two doors away. Rushing back, the lad was out of breath, but laden with possibilities. As the door swung open, the kitchen staff exploded in a Tizzy worthy of a queen and most happy for the distraction. Truth was, she was a spoiled, belligerent child of a family who encouraged and coddled her with a casual, vacant, love, which was a curse from which she'd never recover, struck down from the stresses of extreme indulgence prematurely at a very early age.

But no matter, the chocolate bars went in a saute pan, add crumbled cookies, some nuts, some random fruit (pineapple & maraschino cherries rescued from the bar), a splash of liqueur, topped with a semi-melted fudge bar, whipped cream, and a...cherry.  
Waaaa - Lahhhhh!
 

They all gathered 'round the family now reveling in the desert, smiling and laughing while charging an additional $65 on top of a six hundred dinner tab. A fair trade, if you can bear the annoyance. And by the time they finished closing the kitchen that night, they'd not only forgotten, but their laughter trailed down the empty streets with them, fading as they disbanded.     

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