Woke to the sound of horses
They live on the second floor,
The neighbors across the way are putting in a railroad
Through all this
The dripping of the coffee and the electric toothbrush
The TV chattered<
I wanted to take aim
See if I could hit my target
Blind shots into the floorboards
But I don’t eat horsemeat
So I sipped some coffee
I am going diesel powered this year
Maybe do a little fracturing in the backyard
Starting a garage band
And answering every question with a BWAHHHHH!
It’s a new year
bust out the pots, pans and Mallets.
Make it coal
Smokey black coal cigarettes
Some dope from the dopes
And a yapping Pomeranian with a megaphone
I want to startle the snow into ice
And shatter all dreams of peace
Cause logic says
Politics are decided down the barrel of a gun
The milk is curdled
Looks like sourdough coffee by the side of the railroad tracks.
Well it’s Wednesday and that could only mean one thing… that it’s 100 word Friday. Last week I was busy with life. This week I have a glass of red wine in my hand and the keyboards under the touch of my fingers. Ohhh the joy. I added last week’s prompt into this post and made another image of this week’s prompt. That’s three for one if you are following me. Oh Mirror Mirror!
This week’s Prompt.
The sterile shine blinds anyone who looks into the floorboards. Twenty years ago Joey’s girlfriend Mary took her life. She cut her throat with a spoon she started sharpening on Thanksgiving. Mary committed suicide on Christmas morning outside of room 4k. Every morning Joey the Janitor polishes the floor hoping to see her face in the mirror like shine of the floorboards. It is believed that on Christmas Eve night if you say “Mary Christmas” three times while looking into the reflection of the floorboards she will appear and take the life of a young man. Have a Mary Christmas!
Now for something from the gut…….and a little more my style.
Looking forward I saw the past, interchanging links on a bracelet. Spaghetti string, the infinity mirror, some guy on NCIS and myself. Bright and shining with two rooms to take. I couldn’t help but ask “Where the fuck is door number three?” Mirror, Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all? Repeat through the shadows, caught in the dark spaces between the floorboards. The bright light reflection kept coming back. As if there was more to it and is if there was one more than two choices. The future or the past? Here was the present.
Easter egg blue bled into her Christmas sky. A birthday was about to be celebrated but she felt death without rising. She turned her hands, palms out, shrugged her shoulders and raised her arms to the side. Her cross to bear Carla walked into Nostrums. Jeff turned and watched her shadow go through the revolving door, the lone bag filled with cards hung from his arm. He stood frozen, wishing for a white Christmas. Hoping she wouldn‘t do it. But Carla gave in, the credit card burned red and green smoke. What Christianity stole from the pagans capitalisms gave back.