24 January 2009

sunday scribblings - #147 -- phantoms and shadows


TRANSITION TIME - 30 MAY 2001

aching dramatically understated the situation in my lower back and legs - rigid more accurately described my neck than stiff, and i had acquired computer eyes --- all in all i could probably have qualified for unequivocal brain death as i thwonked!!! into the front seat by the energy of pure fatigue --- i knew full well that i would be tempting fate to triptik me straight to the land of winkin’, blinkin’, and nod – never the less i brainlessly and bravely rested my forehead on the steering wheel - it felt oh my gawd!!! way too good! - better at that very minute than chocolate and orgasm all in one instant ---

i am fortunate (?) enough to be nicotine dependent and that stubborn narcissistic little monkey on my back cancelled that dozy triptik pretty damned quick --- a screaming red howl out of his stinky little mouth straight into my right ear brought me around more effectively than any smelling salt could have dealt with a fatal swoon -



UH-OH!!! - where’s the lighter? - can’t find the lighter! shit-damn-bugger-bitch-bugger-bitch-damn!!! - whooops! - right here in the package with my tar and nicotine drug sticks --- a reasonable possibility of semi-recovery loomed on the horizon ---

now able to process the sensory stimuli of my immediate environs again, i opted to take a minute or five for a transition phase --- this would facilitate the conversion from the frenetic pace of the office to my vegetative evening state ---

twenty or so feet straight out from the front of the car were four robins red breast and a small wild rabbit - they performed like pros in the flashing spotlights of sun through the branches of a pint-sized grove of white birch and poplar --- their choreography was flawlessly set to the musical score of bird song and spring breeze ---

yearwood - the lead red breast took one jump to the side and three hops forward --- right on cue, never missing a beat, skwank the bunny raised his head - in perfect time, his nose squiggled and wrinkled taking stock of the rest of the entourage --- jeffrey, dawg, and wentworth - the other three in red breast attire - moved in unison --- one hop, STOP, two hops, STOP --- skwank was right on cue again and yearwood began the finale with a hop, STOP, fly away --- jeffrey, dawg, and wentworth followed as one — a three hop, STOP, and aloft to follow yearwood --- skwank rose to his bow with a final nose squiggle and hopped off stage left --- the orchestral and light show continued as i pulled away with a relaxed smile on my face ---


and an idiot drug crazed monkey curled up in my purse sucking contentedly on my lighter!!!

collage images from deviant art

11 comments:

Michelle said...

Danni, please disregard my email... must've been a server error.

I read this a few times...
So beautiful! You are an amazing writer.

Michelle :)

danni said...

michelle - thanks for your interest and support yet again - you're a very kind lady!!!

anthonynorth said...

This was great! Excellent and original language.

Tanya Gwen Minnick said...

I enjoyed this very much danni
once again, your words paint a wonderful picture!
way to go kiddo

alister said...

What fun that was! The near dead raised up like lightning from the ground, like a klieg light spotlighting the Birdsong and Spring Breeze show. And a spectacular show it was, a big hit. I can see that little stinky-mouthed, monkey-producer accepting the Tony now ;-)

missalister

BJ Roan said...

Kick that stubborn narcissistic little monkey to the curb. What a great romp. Loved it!

paisley said...

very interesting images.. but as a smoker myself,, i know it has kept me awake at the wheel on more than one occasion so with that i can definitely identify.....

Fledgling Poet said...

You write so vividly! I really enjoyed this. :~)

Tumblewords: said...

Love this wild trip -

Tammie Lee said...

You have me chuckling, I feel as though I was part of a wild and witty cartoon for a while there.

Devil Mood said...

heeheh the little monkey ;)
And thank you for making me listen to Magic Touch - I hadn't heard that song in such a long time and it reminds me (oddly) of very old butter commercials. :)