the leaves all click mocking me as i walk toward a dormant and bemangled plowtruck with a pile of tools
you wont bring it to life again this year they seem to snicker its too late
i pop the drivers door and the mice scatter hoping they havent snacked on too many of the vital wires hell im down to headlights and the speedometer as it is
i look at the floor and the gas pedal is laying there some defunct but once vital piece tossed aside gonna hafta weld that back on too and the choke and the gasline filter and
suddenly overwhelmed the leaves are right i slump down in the rotting seat in disgust
wait a minute a crack of lightening if only in my mind and the crazy hairdo of gene wilder i step out and scold poor frankenplow
listen you bitch you die when i say die and youve got a job to do so
and i proceed to attach well reattach and tap off fluids and tighten belts and connect hydraulics
you will ride again
she chugs her blue smoke and begrudgingly cracks her eyelids looking for prince charming to wake her with a kiss or the multitude of heavenly angels to sing her welcoming chorus as she glides into pickup heaven but finds only my grubby ass reanimating her mostly dead carcass
you know i really do need a new plowtruck it takes too much drama to motivate me to fix this fukker every year
he said me and k sat by the fire on all hallows eve it was three or something and the fox or the coons started gurgling behind the row of hemlocks
holy sh what was that k asked me
i looked him square in the eye city boy that he is and said you are parked outside after the witching hour on halloween night what the fuk do you think it is dood you are bait on a night like this and just snickered
he wasnt all freaked out like wetting his pants or anything but he was looking over his shoulder and behind the woodpile a few more times that previously a chatter here then there as the animals shifted about out of sight
i didnt say anything else about it until finally he was a little too bugged out and said lets go in im not into being bait i laughed he said really bait for what i shrugged
so k the pilot rings me up we camping this weekend or what we try to go north as we can at least a couple times a year to sit in the snow and cook an excessive amount of food and relax and get out of cell range
yup says me all six years old
the day before blam hit with the flu i dial him up and somberly cancel cant camp wth the flu ill run myself down and get pnemonia or some shit
so im home sick right you know too sick to sit on my fat ass in the woods for the weekend right
i spent the weekend moving firewood stacking fire wood and prepping for the eventual piles of white to the tune of running myself down to zero cough wheeze kachoo the whole time
so now its monday my ass is fragged aching like i played football all weekend and my sinus cavities are about to explode
My Opera
its coming
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Tuesday, November 2, 2010 11:00:02 AM
the leaves all click
mocking me
as i walk toward a
dormant and bemangled
plowtruck
with a pile of tools
you wont bring it to life again this year
they seem to snicker
its too late
i pop the drivers door
and the mice scatter
hoping they havent
snacked on too many of the
vital wires
hell
im down to headlights
and the speedometer
as it is
i look at the floor
and the gas pedal is laying there
some defunct but once vital piece
tossed aside
gonna hafta weld that back on too
and the choke
and the gasline filter
and
suddenly overwhelmed
the leaves are right
i slump down in the rotting seat
in disgust
wait a minute
a crack of lightening
if only in my mind
and the crazy hairdo of gene wilder
i step out and scold poor frankenplow
listen you bitch
you die when i say die
and youve got a job to do
so
and i proceed to attach
well reattach
and tap off fluids and
tighten belts and connect hydraulics
you will ride again
she chugs her blue smoke and begrudgingly
cracks her eyelids
looking for prince charming to wake her with a kiss
or the multitude of heavenly angels to sing
her welcoming chorus as she
glides into pickup heaven
but finds only
my grubby ass
reanimating her mostly dead carcass
you know
i really do need a new plowtruck
it takes too much drama
to motivate me to fix this fukker every year
sorry
eleventwoten
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Monday, November 8, 2010 7:14:12 PM
nah nah
i hadda put on creedance
he said
screaming jay wouldve just
freaked all the girls out
and he proceeded to
pull off a pretty good
put a spell on you
it gave me the creeps
sorry
elevenonesortaten
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Monday, November 8, 2010 7:19:28 PM
jesem cripes
he pseudo swore
the dang leaves
it was raining and windy
and apparently
all the wet falling leaves
find his old ass
and stick to him
like
as he put it
crabs on a whore
uh
doesnt that make you the whore
i asked pseudo naively
great
first the leaves
now you
anybody else want a shot
he stood arms out
like he was picking a fight
on the playground
no thanks
im trying not
to cough junks of this grilled cheese
out my nose
cos im laughing so hard
shaking his head
he mutters
and heads for the fridge
sorry
leventreeten
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Monday, November 8, 2010 7:26:43 PM
he said
me and k
sat by the fire on all hallows eve
it was three or something
and the fox or the coons
started gurgling behind
the row of hemlocks
holy sh what was that
k asked me
i looked him square in the eye
city boy that he is
and said
you are parked
outside after the witching hour
on halloween night
what the fuk do you think it is
dood you are bait
on a night like this
and just snickered
he wasnt all freaked out like
wetting his pants or anything
but he was looking over his shoulder
and behind the woodpile
a few more times that previously
a chatter here then there
as the animals shifted about out of sight
i didnt say anything else about it until
finally he was a little too bugged out
and said
lets go in
im not into being bait
i laughed
he said
really
bait for what
i shrugged
sorry
elevenoneten
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Monday, November 15, 2010 11:47:09 AM
egads
so i have this raging head cold
garden variety sinus expanding
eye ball popping
mucus faucet crap
figger
well better take something
i do cold medicine like once every five years
whooo doggies
next thing i know
im all wanderin about
like i just dropped a tab at a dead show
not that i know what thats about
my wifes eyeballing me
are you ok
nah not one bit i reply
and melt into the couch
to watch football or something
on the babbling tv
seriously
what is in that shit
sorry
elevenfourteenten
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Monday, November 15, 2010 11:50:32 AM
the kids are cutting out
snowflakes from bright white paper
when suddenly i notice
their pajamas are on backward and inside out
they giddily snip snip snip
as i saunter over
taunting the gods a bit early this year arent we
i ask
yes yes we are
they reply
sorry
elevenfourteenten
sorry_e_elumbar35 # Monday, November 15, 2010 11:57:59 AM
so
k the pilot rings me up
we camping this weekend or what
we try to go north as we can
at least a couple times a year
to sit in the snow
and cook an excessive amount of food
and relax and get out of cell range
yup says me
all six years old
the day before
blam
hit with the flu
i dial him up
and somberly cancel
cant camp wth the flu
ill run myself down
and get pnemonia or some shit
so im home
sick right
you know
too sick to sit on my fat ass in the woods for the weekend
right
i spent the weekend moving firewood
stacking fire wood
and prepping for the eventual piles of white
to the tune of running myself down to zero
cough wheeze kachoo the whole time
so now its monday
my ass is fragged
aching like i played football all weekend
and my sinus cavities are about to explode
hell
shoulda just went camping
sorry
elevenfourteenten