Apparitions
I sit in front of the Doppler radar sometimes for
hours, the green and yellow high-def images burn through my retina and cast
shadows on the back of my mind like the burnt and grisly phantoms of Bikini
Atoll. I see visions at these times. Once I saw a demon sitting astride matched
Land Cruisers puffing loose cigars……The smoke and sulphur curled lazily upward,
like the ethereal drift of Dick Cheney’s shotgun muzzle, and breathing heavily
but fresh, like pre-wrapped salad.
glad you are back herm, thought the fox might have tricked you, 'foxy, foxy, where are you' as you lean into the humane trap, to be caught as he delivers a size three redwing boot to your levi clad backside and gleefully snaps the padlock shut as you stumble forward into the straw bedding, 'right then interplanetary wonderer, how does it feel to be caged? not so good huh? should have took your chance to nail me when you had it!' i imagine him going into your house and putting on 'the dark night' batman dvd, making up himself like the joker and poking you through the bars with a sharp stick before eventually letting you go and skipping across the open fields flicking you a one fingered salute, yeah, the doppler radar, i know exactly what you mean, on my recent visit i must admit to doing the same, on the endless replays of the 'low's' i imagine the map's change ever so slightly, where is whitey? where is hairy larry? i think we may be the only ones left............
ReplyDeleteGood to hear from you, Loveless.
DeleteYeah that fox is already f#@kin' with me, shitting on my bike path and eating the cantaloupes out of my garden. I've been outfoxed, and I fear for my chickens. Whitey and Larry have fled to Instagram or Tumblr, hope they're well, the blogosphere is getting lonely.
I read of your surreptitious visit to the States, I guess they'll let about anyone in here nowadays.
Psssst...Whitie? are you spying on these guys with your cell phone too? I guess we ought to get our computers back up and re-join blogger land....
DeleteAlways good to hear from you Lar.
Deletei suggest taking the chickens to walmart and getting them sorted with some firearms that will sort out the pesky critter, i can imagine the feathered furies drawing a bead on the rampaging reynard, 'ok girls, don't shoot until you see the white of his eyes.....' yep, another visit to the USA, i'm on first term names with THS officer de-witt, 'so loveless, you back again?' 'yessir' 'purpose of visit?' 'vacation officer' 'you not had enough yet loveless?' 'not yet sir' 'don't worry loveless, we can soon sort that out for you, turkey leg?' 'no sir, just the way i'm walking........'
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