March 31, 2017Aaaargh!, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry Leave a comment DEAD MEET I met her on the barber chair and she said to me “What do you see when you ask for wool in the eyes?” I answered: “I ask for the redbook and not the blind alley’s time off for good behaviour” and she said: “It will be ten dollars more for that!” and I replied askance-like: “What do you want for meat and potatoes in the morning?” She answered: “It would be surprising if you could do it to me when you all need a friend in the evening and not a lover for you know it is true that all the wandering souls of the world are about to be here and there and not in their asses like you!” “It isn’t the way” said I “it is the render of the white that makes it so good to me and that is why you want to be here and then it shall be too long for you to be able to make it to the rent and that shall keep you quiet too” I preached and she asked: “what is the wrong kind of wet when it is all the wander and the work?” “It is the wrong and the left and it is the left and the right-winger say I and “Toute suite!” Bye! COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...