Wednesday, July 19, 2017

1119. We always used to?

The town, only half-remembered from when I was a kid, was now a busted-down, grown-over ghost town.
We'd stop at the gas station for ice cream or to "go to the John" because it was about halfway to my grandma's.
Did we ever care about this place?
Did anyone?

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

1118. It's like that movie

It was like that movie (not the tv show), The Fugitive.
Basically, my boss yelling at me for over-promoting my 1997 Eagle Talon on the company message board; totally unfair in my opinion because I needed to sell it.
So, he was yelling at me so loud and so long that I thought I was getting a condition, but I wasn't.
I guess it's not really like The Fugitive after all.


Monday, July 17, 2017

1117. New things I'm worried about after failing to properly understand they lyrics for "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel

Space monkey mafia.
Chubby Checkers, psycho.
Arsonists avoiding police capture.
The grim, unrelenting march of time.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

1116. Lava

"Bobby, don't touch the ground; it's lava," one of the boys said.
What if it's all lava, Bobby?
I mean, the world is coming apart at the seams and we're all as good as doomed.
It's a metaphor, Bobby.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

1115. Top shelf

The top shelf?
No, that's not for me.
The top shelf is a tall man's game.
Every once in a while though, I see a mote of dust escape its orbit and float past me in the golden afternoon.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

1114. Getaway driver

It was a hot Tuesday in July.
She had no text messages.
Her seat reclined backward until she could see sky at the end of the alleyway.
She strained her ears for an alarm from around the corner.

Friday, July 7, 2017

1113. Modern romance

I've gotten in the habit lately of writing love letters to think tanks.
The economic ones really make me swoon.
I've received no replies to date.
Modern romance is hard.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

1112. Modern calisthenics

Why yes - thank you - I have been working out.
My regime?
I've been running with my upper body completely rigid.
It's not really approved per se; more of my own thing.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

1111. Motocycliste

At first, the motorcyclist is sitting on his bike.
Then, he is standing on the motorcycle; known as stunting, I think.
I am watching this in my rearview window.
Next, we are both idling at the intersection, me in front and the motorcyclist in back.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

1110. The world of tomorrow

"This astronaut food tastes like crap, Jenny."
"Well, it's all your father brought down to the shelter, dear."
"How long are we going to be down here - without my real mom?"
"Oh, I don't know: forever or until Kevin Costner shows up."