I thought this day would never come!
poemsandplays you are lucky 300.
not that I have any idea why you followed me but thank you!
As a reward, you may request from me one of the following:
1) a short (really short) story about a subject of your…
Nicely done. Well played. In return I can
1. Write you a story
2. Or a monologue
3. Or a prose poem
4. Or a piece of doggerel
5. Or a song
I could do a tarot reading for you but my deck is in the shop for a checkup. The sword cards kept getting stuck. And a few of the cups had a leak. (There’s not much of an audience for Tarot humor these days and now you see why.)
Once again. Nicely done and thanks.
oh damn, a Tarot reading could have been fun. :P
These are interesting choices..
I’ll go for number 4, and piece of doggerel about stubbing one’s toe.
I await your results eagerly.
Long forgotten in poems and prose
Are the tribulations of a person’s toes.
Perhaps the likes of the great Ulysses
Are all afraid that they will sound like sissies -
If, in a battle full of strife and woe
They should take a moment to say “ouch, my toe!”
(though no one thought twice to hear Achilles squeal,
"I can’t go on - I broke a heel"
So go on and whine if you stub your toe -
be like: “this little piggie went to battle - Yo!”
Wait. Just wait a minute. No, shut the fuck up and listen. Ah. Shhh. Ok. Take deep breath. One more. Of course you are scared. Everyone is scared when they get to this point. Everyone. Royalty. Dictators. Popes. Homeless people. Even Jesus was scared. It’s in the bible. No kidding. I don’t remember where. New Testament somewhere. Duh.
So, let’s cut to the chase, shall we. You’re dead.
Ah, stop it. Stop it. Shut up! Now listen. You knew this was coming. Everybody knows they aren’t going to -
Oh my god. Shut the fuck up and listen. Look i don’t have time for you. Maybe, I have been doing this for too long. My patience is worn out. You wanna act like an asshole about the whole thing? Fine. The universe is that way. You see where I’m pointing? Go.
I’m not answering questions anymore. You had your chance, and you wouldn’t fucking shut up.
Do you have any idea how stressful this job is? Air controller? Dentist? Ha. Don’t make me laugh. And while I’m busy dealing with your bullshit anxiety about change - simple, basic, everyday change - My backlog is growing exponentially. So go. You know so much. Wait. Let me ask you - So where ya goin’? Heaven, Hell? Purgatory? The Elysian Fields? Maybe you belong in Valhalla? Do you know how to reincarnate? Oh yeah. That’s a thing. But you must know how it works - you seem to have all the answers. Transmigration? Do you have a coin for Charon, the ferryman?
I’d love to sit down and explain some of your options to you, but you’ve freaking wasted our time arguing with me that there had been a mistake. There is no god damn mistake In the universe - things are what they are - and you can accept that or not, it does not matter to me one iota.
Your life is not over. Your life has changed. Again. Get over it. Move on.
Ok. Hello. Now, you need to calm down a little. Listen to me. Shut up and listen. Damn. I gotta get a new job one of these days.
This goes through my head so often
Hey you, Kid - You hard of hearing or something? Closing Time. Armageddon. Time to move on. Let’s go. Come on. I don’t have time for this . Listen, when one of God’s Archangels is speaking, you listen. That’s what I am you know. An Archangel. Notice the wings - huh? Not bad? The flaming sword.? These are your contextual clues.
I wasn’t always an Archangel. Had to work my way up from Cherub. Ha, that’s a joke. Angels can’t move from one level to another. God feels that he made you to be what you are and that is what you will be. I swear, he acts like he knows everything.
My buddy Lucifer, the light bringer - Boy he was one intense angel, very emotional - he was real pissed about the whole lack of free will thing, especially after God made you guys. Oh yeah, the newbies get freewill. That did not go down well with the veterans. So Luce said something to God. Oy, bad move.
I think Lucie thought because he was “the light bringer” he had the right to speak out. To bring light, so to speak - Transparency. I don’t know if you guys down here heard about it, but things got way of out of hand for him. He got transferred to a position out in the boonies. He’s still hot about the whole thing.
Anyway, closing time. The whole human race is being evicted. And according to my notes, that includes you, so let’s move on. Huh? I don’t know where you’ll go but your lease is up on the earth. Boy you guys really trashed it good. I wouldn’t hold my breath on the security deposit, if I were you.
I guess we’ll pile all your stuff up on the moon or something. Don’t know anything about the new tenants. But there’s some pretty tough language in the new lease. Stuff he didn’t spell out so explicitly before. I would have told him that “do unto others - yada yada” was too vague, but hey, I don’t have free-will, so what can ya do?
Every word I write
is a piece of flesh
newly ripped from my heart.
I wipe away as much of the blood as I can
so you will not avert your eyes
(I know how it disgusts you ) ,
arrange and display them -
then I wait.
Sometimes you notice - examining them carefully
to make sure they are not counterfeit, or imitation.
When, on infrequent occasions I see the glint
of feelingthought in your eyes -
then, like a junkie getting his fix,
I am lifted from hell to heaven .
I have a fulfilled a purpose,
and for that ephemeral eternity -