Just Another Day, Sadly

Just another day, sadly.

Took too many days off by one.

Rain, so can't drive. (I'll get those wipers fixed eventually)

Probably shouldn't spend the money anyway.

Would walk, but so many parks and kids.

A single bearded man wondering alone, they make videos about that.

I could wait until dark, if I want to get stabbed.

Besides, the perpetual fatigue is setting back in.

I'll manage to get that looked at too, once I find a doctor.

And maybe he can find some social scientist,

to explain this utopia we live in.

The Indian Strange of the New Jersey Manlet

The Indian Strange of the New Jersey Manlet.

Ninety pounds of hoop earrings and hair.

Has a theory of life involving knowing people and circles.

Twenty-nine years old, feels twenty-one.

Says too old to go on like this, running with strange men.

Broken hearted over someone.

It's all circles. And life. And wanting to be known.

When her friends pick her up she'll get some food.

Indian Strange of the New Jersey Manlet.

Waiting patiently on the front stairs.

To continue her circles and be known.

The Scarlet Speckled Whale and the Balding Wop

The Scarlet Speckled Whale and the Balding Wop.

Wild sexual deviants of the North Plains. Distributors of personal pestilence.

Wild echoed moans of street pick up threesomes fill the dingy halls. As one drunken sop after another falls into their perverted trap.

Nice enough folks, really, as long as they get their way.

Just a loosely attached sexual Bonnie and Clyde, bidding their time until whatever prevailing authority punishes them for their crimes.

The Pea Coat Phantom

The Pea Coat Phantom

Scent of cigarettes and madness

Merchant of refuse. Opportunist of open restrooms. Boarder of elevator shafts.

Silent shadow stalker. Open air cat walker.

You have to catch him on camera, yet his presence then is hard to believe.

If you manage to catch him, he'll shoot you with defiance.

What are you doing in his world?

He has no time for reason, lets you know he'll leave on his own terms.

Argument keeps him warm in the snow.

The Pea Coat Phantom, he says he's getting better.

But you wonder how far here is from there.

Last Laugh

The Joke Man lay in the humming hospital room, dying and alone. 

“Alone and misunderstood,” he cursed to himself. “how quaint.”

Joke man had spent his entire life cursing and debasing the mundane, safe, unoriginal. He had created (sort of) a career for himself doing the completely original and unexpected.

Many (most) didn't appreciate what he did. But those that did, thought he was a genius. (especially himself) 

He tried to think of something completely new to say about the hum of the respiratory machine, the beep of the monitors, the body of his nurse, the quality of the food. 

Nothing came to mind. 

Soon the cliched cold crept through his typical ravaged body and the mundane dark came over his eyes. 

In front of himself he saw a smiling clown. A typical, easy scare, teenager jump scene clown.

Deep down he knew he had to laugh.

Summer Cruise

The pool room on the Titanic was a din of excitement as I walked in. Keith Richards, dressed in swim trunks and leather vest, did his best to adhere to the sensibilities of the time.

He smiled as he handed me a rounded crystal bottle of wine. He then playfully slapped me on the back and did a poor cannonball into the full pool.

Knowing Keith's history, I kept the lip of the bottle far away from my lips as I poured directly into my mouth. I missed badly, with most of the wine splashing wildly on my shirt.

“Not bad.” I thought to myself as a rash developed on my chest.

Glory Hole

The oil dripping robotic arm burst through the wall and wrapped its rough fingers behind my head. He slammed my face into the already broken tile above the urinal until I thought I would finally see my attacker face to face.

But I never did get to see him, and he wouldn't stop until I slipped five dollars through the slit in the wall.

Some times are worse than others, but the first time is usually the worst.

A Shorthand Version of the Fall of the Mayans

Chapter 1

Holy Crap! Look at us! We're the greatest, most powerful, and advanced society ever!

Chapter 2

Hey, what the heck is going on?

Chapter 3

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 (Didn't anyone think to write this crap down?)