He was a rum punter, that one.
Just ambled through the door
one afternoon, trailing hemp
from the neck. 'You need the work,'
he said, 'and I want work doing.'
So we sat chatting for an age,
detailing the case: players
and promises and stuff -
his quick, sad smile a crack
of dust between unshaved cheeks.
'He told me to do it,' he repeated,
as if the jingle of his assertion
could set his story straight.
But the shekels shackled him
to the time and place.
'You need to see the bigger story,'
he told me, standing to move
as the cock struck sundown.
'Anyone can get their hands
nailed to a plank of wood!'
I turned him over in the end,
showed him back to his page
in the book. The man was wanting
miracles - a publicist
or a poet: not me.
(revised, Dec 07)
Rik, knee deep.
Heh. And a couple "yeahs" and a probable "wow."
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I liked all your recent postings, but enjoyed this one the most. "I
turned him over" is brilliant. "And stuff" might be looked at: "he"
would not have offered the job to someone who writes "stuff", would
he?
Rob
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Is there such a thing as a "large poetry mag"? Just curious.
> Heh. And a couple "yeahs" and a probable "wow."
>
Dennis - many thanks for agreeing to be entertained by those words.
Rik, knee deep.
>> Rik, knee deep.
>
> I liked all your recent postings, but enjoyed this one the most. "I
> turned him over" is brilliant. "And stuff" might be looked at: "he"
> would not have offered the job to someone who writes "stuff", would
> he?
>
Many thanks for the comments, OB. They were just chatting about 'and
stuff', I think, but revision hints are always welcome.
(Since I've got to do something about the repeated 'he told me', anyway.)
Rik, knee deep.
> This, along with many recent postings, is very, very good. Start
> chasing the small poetry mags for publication, will ya?
>
Rob, you old flatterer, you. You're trying to turn my head again, yes?
I think if I wanted to be published in a small magazine, I'd start up a
new magazine for that very purpose - it worked before, after all. And
anyways, I've been published in the 'Shit Creek Review'! I mean, admit
it, there's no topping a pub cred like the SCR!
> Rob
Rik, knee deep.
> *Crime* *of* *Passion*
>
> He was a rum punter, that one.
> Just ambled through the door
> one afternoon, trailing hemp
> from the neck. 'You need the work,'
> he said, 'and I want work doing.'
>
> So we sat chatting for an age,
> detailing the case: players
> and promises and stuff -
> his quick, sad smile a crack
> of dust between unshaved cheeks.
A good soap scrubbing and
a waxing of the buttocks
will cure that.
> 'He told me to do it,' he repeated,
> as if the jingle of his assertion
> could set his story straight.
> But the shekels shackled him
> to the time and place.
>
> 'You need to see the bigger story,'
> he told me, standing to move
> as the cock struck sundown.
> 'Anyone can get their hands
> nailed to a plank of wood!'
>
> I turned him over in the end,
> showed him back to his page
> in the book. The man was wanting
> miracles - a publicist
> or a poet: not me.
>
> (revised, Dec 07)
>
>
> Rik, knee deep.
It's a sin to say but "I like it."
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Cm~
"About the time we think we can make ends meet,
somebody moves the ends."
- Herbert Hoover
> It's a sin to say but "I like it."
>
Admit it: I own your brain and your dreams.
btw - thank you for saying nice things about my pome!
Rik, knee deep.
> Barbara's Cat wrote:
>
> > It's a sin to say but "I like it."
>
>
> Admit it: I own your brain and your dreams.
I would if I could; however, according
to St George, we're all owned by Gary.
> btw - thank you for saying nice things about my pome!
I have read several of your posts;
most all delightful-to-read stuff.
> Rik, knee deep.
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Cm~
"A lot of people like snow. I find it to be
an unnecessary freezing of water."
- Carl Reiner