Take the Cur

via Daily Prompt: Cur

 

Frank Flâneur leaned on his walking stick just outside the saloon. Some might say he was lollygagging, but to the trained eye he was clearly dilly dallying. The few damp crumpled bills in his vest pocket would not get him through the night so a new enterprise was clearly needed in the quest for the elusive spondulix.

As luck would have it she just happened to be hustling her bustle down the boulevard at this precise moment. Standard Moxie was tightly contained in her serious whalebone corset which caused her bosoms to well up over her marginally proper neckline. Frank was captured by the approaching silhouette, enticed by the sideshow cameo, and ensnared into the jetstream of her bustle as it bounced and bobbled down the planked sidewalk.

Standard’s hourglass figure put many exertions into this confirmed flâneur’s beady brain. Exertions that he hoped would extract enough shekels and sumptuous diversions to pass this day and perhaps trail into a weekend of surreptitious and languid luxuries. Standard Moxie’s brief over the shoulder glance upon her stiff passage was all the encouragement this feral cur required. He twirled his waxed mustache, smoothed his gabardine trousers, checked his reflection in the tavern window, and gave himself a wink.

The game was afoot!

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Diamonds and Rust

via Vague

 

” You were so good with words and at keeping things vague.” Joan Baez

 

 

 

“She’s a humdinger. Folk singer.” Bob Dylan

 

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As The World Churns

via Daily Prompt: Churn

I have completed over a year of churn. It made my stomach churn as the world completed it’s turn. It made my brain churn with every twisted convolution earned. Nausea followed by irrational elation. Revealing many a revelation, redundant and redux, as prose does it’s full tilt churn. I have been spurned. Many a time burned. By the sun. By the moon. By the systematic system I so often have spurned. It churned up emotions long forgotten.  It churned down to my low down roots gone rotten. Still I churn. Would have had it no other way. I now know that a good stiff churn has the potential of producing some of life’s sweetest, creamiest, savory butter. I think I will spend the next year’s churn spreading it where desired. “The thicker the better,” to no one in particular I mutter. So keep the faith. So keep on churning. While others proclaim they can’t believe it’s not butter. Parkay, I say, Parkay Olé.

 

Parkay

 

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Leprechaun’s

Something the Leprechauns asked me back when I was a little sprout in Indiana has always puzzled me.

Why does the Porridge Bird lay his egg in the air?”

More important, how would they ever incubate them?

Doctor?

Everything I know I learned from Firesign Theatre.

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The Late Me

Finally I had a conversation with myself. I decided to confirm my reservation to give myself a real treat this week. I think I am on the verge of having a viable life once again. Although I am generally allergic to social intercourse, there are times that I look back with a winsome eye for days past. I know I can funnel my knowledge of winning some and losing some and no longer be forlorn for those chances that have slipped away. The brilliant light of epiphany that I see undulate before my eyes shows me a way to carve through the coming adversity. While once upon a time this prospect would evoke a certain amount of dread with in my soul, sending me into a more static wait and see stance, today I will entertain a more joyous embrace of my fate and study the life enriching opportunities that such a loophole in my planned path has afforded my life to experience. This agile mind and resolve might shock those who thought of me as a more dull and resolute sort. Perhaps even make them blink a few times to view me reborn. So though I scan time’s horizon, I formulate no set strategy, I must be candid and admit to the universe that I am indeed late again on each and every one of these prompts. But I am glad I was able to …

ketchup-pour

via Daily Prompt: Tardy

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