Wednesday, September 30, 2015
I like it out here when the sun gets all soft and the red terracotta things on the roof glow a little and the cheeping of the birds is inquisitive. They ask me, "Richie, do you want some corn on the cob? Is that what you want? We aren't going to go and get you any either way, but we are interested in what you want. You fascinate us." And I say, "I'm not surprised, Birds, I am pretty fascinating. What with my furry slippers and lolling about".
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
She had real tight white capris and dad, her hips was swingin so much she had to stand in the middle of the road so those hips didn't knock down buildings on either side. She was strutting right down the middle of the street, cars slowing down and speeding up to slalom past just at the moment when her hips was swung them other ways. A couple didn't judge it quite right and got cleaned up, just sent flying.
Monday, September 28, 2015
Golden fleeced geese fly through the sky with rain pelting down on them, it hit's them in the eye and hail cracks on their skulls and lighting threatens to burn their lovely feathers a crispy black but they persevere because they are tough geese and they have the secrets to the secret potion that will save us all inside them, they have memorised it in a special sequence of morse code quacks, each one has a piece of the puzzle inside their goosey brain.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Drifting over the top of these mountains made of green emerald crystal rubies, I saw myself reflected and was shocked to finf that I had a great big viulture neck and a vulture, beak. of course, the rest of me was still a pig, or at least looked like a pig, but now that i was finally flying but part of me was a vulture would this mess up the bets people had about doing things when pigs fly?
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Some years ago I was a big business tycoon and I was floating in a hot air balloon. I sudden;y decided I was tired of this life and I would rather be a bird, so I leapt out of the balloons basket and transformed into a robin. I enjoyed the feeling of flying, the hardness of the spines in my feather, the great sharpness of the vision in my beady eyes, and then swooped down toward Los Angeles to join the vocal group I had heard so much about.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Gigolo and Gigolette each stumble through the fog, calling out to each other, but they can see nothing. They grab with their hands, finding fur coats and fence posts, stray dogs and lamp posts, hubcaps and full moons and werewolves, but never each other. It's tough being a gigolo with no gigolette to hold at the close of the night.
Friday, September 18, 2015
The man on the record told me that the price of everything was on a downturn and now was a good time to fall in love and have someone to cook my egg and bacon, but I like to cook my own and egg and bacon, and i look to cook my someone eggs and bacon too, hearing that sizzle and the bubble oh it's nice, and when i get all ready and tabascoed up and she's sitting in bed expectantly with her big eyes all moony, oh it's a morning joy
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Coins go into a jukebox and they make a slippery metallic sound as they slip down into it's guts, and a wonderful pleasing shing ding sound as they are registered, and the jukebox is alight and ready to fulfil it's purpose. It makes a wonderful crunchy sound as the selection buttons get pushed in, and lovely whir as the records spin around to the selection. The robot arms grabs the 45 and with a wonderful thunk lays the record on the platter. Then another great but more electric thunk as the heavy tonearm brings the needle violently onto the record. And then the hiss of anticipation as it tracks along the run in groove, moving ever closer to the explosion of music. So many wonderful sounds before the record even starts.
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Dogs bark and and birds cheep and prehistoric sounding birds squawk and cars drive by and sirens wail in the distance and trains go by and yet everything is perfect and serene and still and the flowers hang there all red and white and pink, swaying gently, and the parsley tenderly curls around the bottom of the barbecue and the old wooden chair leans inscrutably and I lay with my head on a weathered blue pillow breathing in and out.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Tripping my way down the mountain I found that all the dew on the leaves make a nice reflecty shimmer, and if I could grab that shimmer with my eyes, I could wield it around like eye lasers. But not to cut anybody in half, just to spread bedazzlement all through the jungle. That was a nice thing to do, but the jungle is already plenty bedazzled. The trick would be to hang onto these sparkle streams with my eyes until I got back to the city, where I could give all the buildings and telephone poles and people and dogs and hot dog carts some much needed bedazzlement.
Friday, September 4, 2015
Slippery hooves trundled over the rocks, night covered their cowhides, escape tonight was the only option. Light mist coated them. Every now and then Janie would look with her big doe eyes at Howard, though she could barely make him out in this light. Over the mountains they went, sweating, breathing heavily. By daybreak, they would be in Austria.