The gracious palm extended by our host Makes light the anxious air inside the hall Regretfully he dare not leave his post Or else to chance abandon he the ball The streamers tickle tops of drinks in toast To health and happy tidings one and all Tonight we dance ’til give we up the ghostContinue reading “This Affair will be the Death of us All”
~Part Five~ “Hello,” you say. A moment, then the man calls back. “Are you all right?” You think about the question. Are you all right? Are you? The query confounds you. You look down at your hands, as thought they might be holding some answer. Before you can say anything in response, “Do you wanna lift?”Continue reading “Back on Earth”
~Part Four~ You don’t move. The truck comes to a stop. The door opens, and a man gets out. You know it is a man. You know the difference between woman and man. The man is hidden in shadow and a hundred paces away from you, and you cannot see him very well. But, itContinue reading “Back on Earth”
When silent lay the caterwauls and wails and deathly faint drop foot-falls ‘cross the floor our hero dwells on all that quest entails and once again he contemplates the door. The lock secure, the wood and screws and nails, could they withstand a battle-axe, or more? Could they hold up when enemies assail? The thoughtsContinue reading “bravery falls in the dead of night”
a man feels guilt for his rage and words which came as roars of infantile fury a man sees himself not a man and feels shame a boy he is now loose as dead leaves which the breeze plucks with lightest touch to cast adrift a boy hangs his head kicking the sand at hisContinue reading “another in a long line of failures”
muttering mumbles the neighbour beyond the wall his life is so hard
maybe just a lamb driven to tooth by others too cruel to worry
brisk and bitingly is that desk and chair your yolkwhich makes your face hard?
The general granted him leave with a brief, stifled, guttural uttering issued from the deep but caught and left yowling like an animal in a snare somewhere in the limbo between gizzard and tongue, and he turned on heel with a prompt efficiency perfected with time and then he himself made exit.
Making scarce any whisper of utterance at all in the confused awe which he found himself woefully imprisoned, the man laboriously inched forward like some lame soldier through the thick haze of battle-scarred hinterland toward far off sanctuary of hope as yet unseen.