Big Fee

“Okay let’s get dis-ting started”

the fat man wheezed as he billowed over

the brave little bentwood

exhaling as he settles

and settles...and settles

“woooof “ 

moans the courageous little seat

on it’s skinny spindle legs

the room waits

motionless

anticipating

Immediate

disaster,

but the chair……..withstands

collective sigh,

and we begin

to barter in earnest

The big man has this way of leaning

He leans into his words

And he uses his body to massage the message

He’s smooth and fluid

With mass to move

And he knows how to use it

But the fact remains

when he lean the chair 

it creaked for mercy

when he lean BIG, 

the little chair she creak LOUD

like you almost hear the snap a’comin

the snap of splinters

just pushed too far

SNAP

Could only image the calamity

such an occasion

Would stir

But none o' that

is worth the words

‘Cause the wood she held

and the meeting took place.

Because’a that wood

The chair withstood

And I had to kill Felix Q.

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March 2006 

quiet

Something just died. I heard it battle in the night, high pitched chatter, a scramble, then shreeks, followed by a long, final rattle. 
It could be a cat, racoon, posum, ...or something else entirely. Targeted and untimely, submissive. 

Maybe it made it back, but I doubt it ... 
just grew quiet too slow.

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Applegreenpackard 19

Out there in the field at the end of town at the beginning of fields stood a tall man erect but broken, leaning hard against a post that weren’t there hoping for some support even if based solely on a hope – he leaned and he hoped he did not fall over.

A car, it was a Packard, big and green like an apple. Round and shiny like it was just polished. Pulled up to the man and stopped confidently with nary a tick of dust in the air. The erect man, he bent as though beckoned to do so. The assumption would be that the stranger needed directions was lost in the sticks and was seeking a highway.

The two they talked for a quite awhile. Their conversation seeming to pick up some steam as the lean man he leaned well within the open car window and created some agitation, like he might have even gotten a hold of the driver. The car swayed from behind as the driver shifted his weight away from his attacker, the car shifting with him listing to the left.

What is between two men is only between the two men and it is best to mind your position, less you find yourself in the middle. I do know when the lean man disengaged himself from the vehicle, he looked much the worse for wear, like he was stricken, but then I don’t know these facts. I was not there.

Man disappears from his repossessed farm. Is that out of the ordinary? Isn’t his obligation to do so? It’s the law. But he never showed up anywhere after, and that was the crime.

 (from the archives: Dec. 2010)

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Honk

Tell me something, tell me true, "why are you asking directions?!" You are behind the wheel of this bus, yes?...or do I drive straight ahead to insanity?

Shouldn'tve let you grasp the wheel
Got gas...got brakes... got the steering of my fate. 

All "Tit's free"... just you and me.


Hills ahead...a wild ride to catastrophe.

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purple sky

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55 's

 "Fifty Fives" 
is either a lazy man's literature

or flirting with haikyu. 

With a nod of recogition to
 SLO New Times writers challenge, 

I'm inspired to see where this disciple takes us.

( all titles noted - 55 )

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dragon

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