On Reading Voltaire

Prose, including snippets (mini-memoirs).
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Post by stilltrucking » April 22nd, 2005, 10:46 am

nightmare
I was in jail again. And as if that was not bad enough, the guards were pissing on my pillow

for some reason when I think of Lew Welch's description of his typical day working for that Advertisement agency,
Kafka in Chicago

snips of dreams number one, Sigma One.
sugar sugar more sugar
might be because I have not washed my pillow case in weeks.

I love the ways dreams intersect with my enviorment as I sleep. Cheap entertainment.

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Post by jimboloco » May 12th, 2005, 10:45 am

oh man ya wanna know how many pillowz i've stuffed into cases?

lost count, maybe a thou.

dreamed i was dreaming
asleep

driving
riding a bus
lost
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]

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Post by Lightning Rod » May 12th, 2005, 11:11 am

so doreen wakes up yesterday morning
going 'ugggghhh' and sniffing
"The cat pissed on the carpet somewhere, I can smell it."

Nobody else in the house could smell it. But she made everyone do a nasal search to find out where the offending smell was.

We couldn't find it. The cat didn't look guilty either.
"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."

The Poet's Eye

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Post by jimboloco » May 20th, 2005, 5:25 pm

We couldn't find the cat. We were sure she had run outside at night when her son had gone out the back door, but he denied it. We were looking and looking. Finally I* saw the cat way up on the top shelf in the bedroom closet, atop some folded clothes. I said, "Here's Sophie!" and took her down off the shelf, hugging her, glad we had found her. Suddenly Suzie started yelling at me, "Look what you did, you knocked off the clothes from the shelf! PICK THEM UP!" Wow! She was freaked. I did so, then engaged her in a dialogue about how I'd just completed three 12-plus hour days working in hospital, and nobody had yelled at me, and suddenly here I am at home and she is yelling at me over what? I says, "Don't yell at me! I just finished three long days at work and nobody yelled at me!" Then she says, "I'll just go someplace else then where I can speak my mind!" I says, "you can speak your mind, just don't yell at me!"

And she forgot the whole point, that we had found our kitty! Meanwhile the top shelf in the closet lays there, piled and folded.
We slept real good tho.
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]

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