KEN
ken salutes
his face in the mirror
the bruises are healed
all that remains
is the tang of bitterness
ken salutes
his face in the mirror
the bruises are healed
all that remains
is the tang of bitterness
Oh, no! Not the bagpipes!
While the glittering whirl and sash of the Grand Inaugural Ball was at its frenzied peak, deep down dark behind a cobwebbed wooden door in the castle’s long forgotten underdungeon, the shapeshifter worked her magic guided by the glowing time chart’s moving fingers. The night of glory was at hand. Sparks flew. Bright was the dazzle. And Fablenna, for such was the shapeshifter’s name, melted away, pouring herself into herself as a white vessel in the shape of a globe. From the underdungeon she shimmered to glide above and form on the Table of Feast. She waited for the music to stop, a signal that soon to arrive at the banquet table would be the flushed and hungry dancers.
‘Oh, what a lovely round white pot,’ cried the new Queen. ‘Can it be mine?’
Rosy red of cheek, gleaming of eye, she dashed forward and grasped the pot, lifting it high to show one and all. Time froze. Fablenna oozed, dribbling down to encase the joy frozen young Queen. A shuddering. Some trembling. The new Queen had a new sparkle in her eye. Time resumed.
‘I will shatter the pot. It will bring us good fortune,’ said the Queen, and she flung the white globe to the floor, where it shattered for good and all.
Later that night, alone in the velvet and satin splendor of her chamber, the new Queen shifted shapes to her heart’s content and sang quietly the song she had composed for the occasion, Fablenna’s Triumph.
Reality:
GREED
compassion
The dream:
COMPASSION
greed
After the 5th divorce, he began to wonder if something might be wrong with him. Looking in the mirror, he noticed that his head was a clubbed featureless stump. That might be it, he decided. However, in spite of his appearance and his less than stellar relationship history, he was seeing a new woman. She peered down at him from the ceiling. He slapped his face twice, hard, and she disappeared. He felt as if every knife in the house was a tooth sloughed from a demon shark’s horrid maw. He was late for work. When he arrived at the office all atremble, his co-workers greeted him with wary smiles. They hadn’t seen him in years. His coffee mug had been removed from the shelf in the break room. He broke down and wept, realizing for the first time how much he had loved that coffee mug. Inconsolable, he took up knitting. Things were better after that, but not much.
The moles invaded this morning. Held them at bay with high pitched shriek, pan bashing, etc.
Once upon a time in Modesto a young girl refused to eat any strawberries whatsoever for the entire month of August. Authorities summoned from Hollister were baffled. Experts from Delano refused to get involved. When the young girl’s parents pleaded with her one final time on August 31st, the young girl placed her half eaten peach on the table, rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh probably heard in Hemet.
To be fair, as caves go, it was a luxury cave.
Ozzie, Harriet, Dave and Rick:
a. were aliens from a galaxy far, far away.
b. often played miniature golf on their yacht in the heart of Soviet Russia.
c. spent most of their down time in a cave.
d. each possessed a mansion the others weren’t allowed to visit.