Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, new year

The Heat Kicks Ah-Hahn

 

The heat kicks on

A surprise

Whoa

Been off so many days

My head swimming in my sinuses

Ouch

Thanks to all this rain

 

Made espresso earlier

So far I’m two-shots in

Out of half n half so sad

You say what!

A habit I began in Italy

When in Rome I lived

Unlike the Romans

Still

Any other milk t’is sin

But for now no worry

Later on I’ll see

 

Another stanza?

Sure

 

For now I’ll make toast while I think

Think

So, so, so… so,

Oh

Cheesy garlic bread instead

Eureka!

A movie I remembered I didn’t like

But forgot why so

Watched it again

 

Reminded me of me

If I met an angel of light

I’d think he was bad

Most likely stab him like she did

Then a scene I’d completely forgot

The actress pregnant really

Getting into a tub side view

Over share I could’ve lived without

Light bulb clicks

I remembered reading it somewhere

 

Finally the end

She gives her life

She had to

She’d still be pregnant otherwise

Standing in full view

Even with clothes

Would special effects cover that?

Probably costs less if they don’t

 

Anyway

The credits rolled and I said yeah

It all comes back

As sarcasm do

Feigned suspense

Credits held more than the plot

Credits

There’s an idea

Until next time

 

The End

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv

Day 24 Of A New Year

 

It finally happened! The font defaulted to Times New Roman! My efforts have not been in vain.

 

Drinking in the peace while I can and detecting a strange sound from beyond…like either the bathroom or bedroom. Hmm… maybe the people downstairs, not under the stairs. The way this place is built there’d be no space for them. Then again the fridge makes strange moans, groans and clicks from time to time. It was a clicking like a horror movie insect… one of those big ones. By the glow of the fragrance warmer I don’t detect antennae anywhere. Nothing jumped out or grabbed me making high-pitched squeaking sounds injecting me with … whatever … to liquefy my innards when I checked my grandson and the bathroom. In fact the only sound was his breathing. Would t’were Saturday.

 

There you have a sampler of horror movies I’ve watched beginning way back. Most are the old black and white ones. Yes, more than one.

 

Time for espresso.

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry

Which Movies

 

You know that part where they kiss

On his marriage raft enclosed in bed curtains drifting

For some reason I muse do you have to act

Horns and that kind of grin

Then I thought, “Did I fall asleep at this part

Doesn’t make sense

Don’t remember it being this … in … volve… d … ”

I know the sensation of that first kiss

Too many times with the wrong guy…

Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t that many

I believe in picking myself up, keep going

Dusting myself off

But not that many

Not that I don’t…

 

Just

Never mind

Whew, narrow escape that one

 

Moving on

 

What if I butt in on a scene if I were close by

And make a comment, a gibe

“What he was trying to say

Hitting the sake means they had too much to drink

Just an idiom”

I’d look at them, aiming at him, shake my head in woe

Continue on my way

Born in a Borough you know how it’d sound

A noted NY place

The accent is me

Nothing but authenticity

 

You know I would be

 

Two of my favorites

Similar genre in individual lights

A good way to fall into sleep

Getting cozy at night