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The world was spinning too fast, and Jim knew that he was going to be thrown off. A flock of porcupines flew by like the winged monkeys of Oz. Colors swirled until they mixed together and everything turned the color of mud. Trees laughed as they were uprooted, freed from their monotonous standing. Someone whispered in his ear… “You’re in the wild, wild west now, baby.” He awoke, breathing hard, behind the wheel of his ancient Pinto. Horns were honking at him as he pulled back into the proper lane. The narcoleptic episodes were becoming more frequent, and he was worried.
Janice popped a couple of painkillers without water. She was used to it, now, but she couldn’t get used to the pain in her back. It felt like knives twisting into her. The pills always made her sleepy, but there was nothing else she could do to ease the pain. She lay down on the bed and waited for them to kick in. A ‘Scrubs’ re-run was on TV. “Who put the silverware in the pancakes drawer?” It was still funny every time. She wondered if she would go back inside that guy’s head when she slept. She didn’t want to, it must be terribly inconvenient for him. Still, it was fun to whisper crazy things in his ear. Did he remember them when he woke up? “You’re not in Kansas anymore, baby. Welcome to the big time.” Janice watched a lot of TV.
Janice popped a couple of painkillers without water. She was used to it, now, but she couldn’t get used to the pain in her back. It felt like knives twisting into her. The pills always made her sleepy, but there was nothing else she could do to ease the pain. She lay down on the bed and waited for them to kick in. A ‘Scrubs’ re-run was on TV. “Who put the silverware in the pancakes drawer?” It was still funny every time. She wondered if she would go back inside that guy’s head when she slept. She didn’t want to, it must be terribly inconvenient for him. Still, it was fun to whisper crazy things in his ear. Did he remember them when he woke up? “You’re not in Kansas anymore, baby. Welcome to the big time.” Janice watched a lot of TV.
Literature
Whiskey Woman.
I only wish
it weren't so easy
to quit me.
That I was more
of a nicotine girl
lighting lungs
with darkness,
sending nerves
into nervous frenzies
when people finally
got their fix.
Or maybe even a whiskey woman
in a private booth,
the crutch of a broken man
with nothing left
but the promise
of inebriated peace,
of paradise found
at the bottom
of bottles.
But substances
have substance,
and then there's me.
Literature
She is Woman
When Man hears distant rumble,
As mountain heaves and thrusts.
His stark eyes make him humble,
And his pallor turns to crust.
But Woman stands defiant,
As vibrations pass her by.
She absorbs this earthly anger,
And the challenge from black sky.
When diverse crisis comes to visit,
It finds the Man most weak.
He will give forth postulations,
To hide his inner meek.
Woman bears the sting of childbirth,
And absorbs each punishing blow.
She will not pause or falter,
Nor betray her inner glow.
Man wears his pride like feathers,
As a cockerel struts the roost.
His self-praise seeking glory,
For his ego he must boost.
Man stamps
Literature
The Whole Damn Thing.
I'm a strong believer
in letting yourself love
improbably and eclectically
even for a day
or an elevator ride
or a single exchange of smiles
letting that stranger
have your whole heart
even as you know
how destructive
of an act
you are committing
because they may forget
to return a piece
or they may just keep
the whole damn thing.
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Awesome! I'd love to read a 400 page book based on this! ^^