What You Needed To Know (Stream of Consciousness)

Curtain rose, then fell

Magazine covers

Wrinkled, torn

Inside passages

“I’m Joe’s Liver”

“Why can’t Johnny read?”

Asked, then answered

For those that believed

Cautioned, stern warnings

Kudzu clan was on the loose

Worst earthquakes

Were yet to come

Best to plan ahead

Dream queens, dream screams

Worst mistakes, “they” ever made

Why we dreamed–what dreams meant

Baby bumps, career bump-ups

Deflated balloons departed

Decorated trees in festive mylar

Get well, good luck!

Don’t give up–too soon!

Uncanny caring

Unconscious staring

Big sales, slips and flops

Ubiquitous, unorthodox shops

Favorable phases of the moon

Back to basics, think smaller

How to look taller

Luck, lack of luck?

Hidden gold mines

Could work this time?

You didn’t know

How lucky you were

 

 

 

Late Bloomed

Cockeyed optimists

Little Miss Sunshines

Played in yards–with

White picket fences

Puberty knocked

Nobody answered

Social awkwardness

Became closest friend

Bony ankles popped

With every step

Mom was usually right

Which meant someone

Else was usually wrong

Southern fried pies

Blue skies forever

Revivalists, cynics

What else was new?

 

Crunch Time…

In which the writing process began in earnest–consisting of soft things, nice things; things your mama, your grandmamma, and them would like.

Overbearing male role models, tyrants, the clueless, the oblivious, were excluded–as a matter of course.  If those were the only things to come out of my brain, I’d prefer to rewrite old stuff.

Feet don’t fail me now.  We’ve got to get out of this place.  Any place, but here; where I’m at-at this moment.  Wasn’t that old schtick from the Gong Show?”  If I’m lyin’ I’m dyin’ pa-rump-bump.

Felt like a summer day, warm, sunny, and humid.  The backyard hammock felt good.

“Have you ever been, or are you now–a member of the Communist Party, or any other subversive organization?”

“No, Mr. Chairman.”

“Remember, you’re under oath.”

“Yes, Mr. Chairman.”

“That’s ironic, because I have evidence that suggests otherwise.”

There was a lot of coughing, throat-clearing, more perspiration beads on high foreheads, before the hearing continued.

“Would you like to reconsider, before you’re marched out of here in contempt?”

“I’ve nothing to say, because I’m not guilty of these accusations.”

“Guards, take this man away!  Maybe some jail time will give you time to think about what you’ve done?”

I hadn’t done anything.  That’s why this was all so strange.

“To the left–march!”

“Left, left–left, left, left”

All the marchers had two left feet.

“You ain’t got no friends on the left–you’re right”

“You ain’t got no friends on the right–you’re left”

“Left or right?  Left or right?”

“Sound off, sound off, one, two, three”

Leftovers from the Cold War.  Another daydream from this daydreaming boy, finished in time to fire up the barbecue grill.