Even though he was trying really hard, his dreams couldn't come true because of the large woman who was standing outside in the alleyway. "What is she doing there?" he seemed to ponder, twirling the olive in his martini glass. At once she seemed to appear inside of his head and he couldn't get it out - that smell, that face, that memory. In the end he got up and left the bar to seek solace in the homestead that he called his own.
Two guys standing across from each pointing guns at each other one of them saying I want peace so I'm going to kill you and other guy says hey me too I want peace so I'm going to kill you first, then a little bird drops into the frame and says hey you guys are nuts, you're setting up a stupid situation in which only thing accomplished is a lot of shot dead people...forever and ever.
Stack the teeter tottering commerce packages. Reduce the neon fever fantasy. Awaken drunk from midnight beverage choices. Happy people flood the commerce store. Sad people sleep in late to resist the waining morgue. I see mothers without their lovers. I see women without their grandkids. I see men too old to wed. They're all flooding the commerce store. Aching backs cause bad posture. Enthusiasm for one's daughters. Crinkled papers mock the lever. Just because it rhymes doesn't mean it's clever. I hate this sludge that lames my thoughts. I hate this fog that mocks my gods. I hate this angst that drugs my muses. Inconsiderate spirits, boozing floozies. I just want a room to write my stories. Someplace alone that opens early mornings.
I had this dream once in the middle of the night when I was a kid on my way downstairs to take a piss because toilet upstairs was not hooked sittin there for looks i guess when we had company cause they'd think better of us if we had a toilet at least in place even though it didn't work but then they wouldn't know that unless they asked and they never would because it would be important enough question to ask about somebody else's toilet...anyway I had this dream...a guy greeted me by tipping his hat when I went into the toilet and he tipped his hat to me again when I came out. I didn't think much about it until years later when I was going into a real important place and the same guy in real life tipped his hat to me the exact same way. My life change that very second. Thanks God.
So while I'm standing on the bank of that muddy ol river this alligator comes flying out of the water and grabs me by the leg and starts trying to pull me into the water...well I gotta tell you if it weren't for Ned my chihuahua pulling hard the other direction at the same time and barkin too while he still holden the rope in his teeth, I'd a been a goner. I mean I aint got much of a leg left but then luck has it that I had two to start with anyway...and that's something you can't about your nose or another thing or two hanging off my body. Ned got a big steak that night by the way.