We liked to mash up the entire box of Junior Mints into one big ball. Make it into the Death Star and eat it like Jedi Knights. We tied Red Vines together till we could climb out of our lives and into the white light of heaven. Our shoes stuck to the floor like fly paper; the buzz of people waiting for the lights to dim. Would hide in the bathroom so we could watch again. Stale scent of history burned at the edges of our existence. Memory of car chases and falling in love. We always wanted a refill.
Photo credit: Kenneth Lu
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home (oh won’t you please take me home)
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home (oh won’t you please take me home)
Just a urchin livin’ under the street
I’m a hard case that’s tough to beat
I’m your charity case so buy me something to eat
I’ll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
Rags to riches or so they say
Ya gotta keep pushin’ for the fortune and fame
You know it’s all a gamble when it’s just a game
Ya treat it like a capital crime
Everybody’s doin’ the time
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh won’t you please take me home, yeah yeah
Take me…
Captures a moment of memory that many of us of a certain age cherish.
Great! Brings back memories and uses the form to great advantage. One that makes me say “prose poem”! instead of short story! (That is the essential question, right?)
Our Leader A Tad More Than 100 Days In Office
No Prince Valiant, Underdog nor Superman, Donald Trump does Sally Forth with undeniable recalcitrance. This could arise from his experience within realm of political statecraft ranked low as Peanuts. He oft times takes a page from playbook of Brutus. His itch to spin information, or figuratively plough the mass media sans Road Runner tactics undermines Underdog title. Congressional fulminations generate him to Lockhorns with majority of representatives necessitating Republicans to shift ordinarily staunch views along the Far Side of conservative party line. Oft time fake accusation serves as kindling Flintstones inciting figurative conflagrations necessitating intervention of Batman or Brenda Starr.
Nice — very nice! — from beginning to end, and with a perfect final sentence.