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Tarentino At the Piggly Wiggly

Two Young Checkers (Rhonda) I’m hearing you Louise. Ya know my son is still suffering from a (Semester Meltdown) because the (Federal Budget) will no longer be funding a program for poets in residence. He said it felt just like they slammed the (Gym Locker) door on his (Unwritten Book) called (Toilet Training). If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it twice Louise, I saw him shed his (Last Teardrop) as he tried in vain to get (Beyond the Moment)… (Louise) OKAY, ALREADY! So like I was saying before and its’ never been (Far from the Truth), everything revolves around (Money Matters), don’t it honey? Whaddya think Rhonda, am I right or what? Two Old Baggers (Ernie) You know when my wife asked me about this my nerves nearly got (Shattered) thanks to her putting me (Under Duress) with her questions. She wanted to roast me like a marshmallo in a (campfires blaze). Seems I had become the (Sensation on Second Street). Some (Doppelganger) was (Slow Strollin’) on a (quiet morning) during this (hot July). He was (in the Autumn) of his life as they say. I think he was in old (Dementia’s Grip) if you ask me. Anyway, he kept humming to himself like he was (Lost in the Music) of something that was made up (Of One Chord). I feel real sorry for the old fart, sometimes I can’t remember what was said or comes next mself. Whaddya think Bert? Bert, ya been there yet? Bert! Bert! (Bert) Huh, Whaddya say, Ernie? Musac Local News In other news (Community Spirit)s were running high though many weren’t (Still Smiling) over recent developments (Down in the Coal Mines) after the shaft collapsed in the old polluted mine. Apparently no one was injured. For the long term a (black line) of coal was clearly visible from up high in the mountains where only (an eagle) could have seen them. Coal cars were spilling (Parallel Lines) of future pollution to be washed down the mountain side. The (Forest Retreat) a once famous (Oasis) and Mecca for travelers was notified by the EPA when the (river cascades), it rushes the polluted coal water into the ground water. We’ll be listening to the coal company (howling) (in the Dog House) for screwing this up. Just In Father Gloom & Doom as we all know him, has just commented on this impending disaster. “The wings of (Ordinary Angels) will be blackened forever with soot from burning this polluted coal!” Call lines are lit up folks, He’s talking to the Angels again. “Whaddya think of that?”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 5/28/2010 3:10:00 PM
I see Karen was overjoyed to have you do this for you. (I still like MINE better, becuase it was like STephen King!!!) Good job here, John. LUv, Andrea
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Date: 5/21/2010 10:49:00 AM
Wow John, another wonderful piece. You should make up a name for this style and declare it yours. Go man Go >> James
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Date: 5/20/2010 8:02:00 PM
Wow! I am overwhelmed by your thoughtfulness. I can't believe you used my poem titles to put this together. Wow! Thank you for this day brightener. I am printing out a copy to keep. Karen
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Date: 5/20/2010 2:02:00 PM
JT, YES IT IS AN AWESOME JOB YOU ARE DOING. TAKE MINE AND DO A NARRATIVE ON IT. JOHN, THIS IS PURE TALENT. I CAN NOT PULL SOMETHING LIKE THAT OFF,,SKAT
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Date: 5/20/2010 10:50:00 AM
interesting poem, makes me think hard. Witty..
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Date: 5/20/2010 9:43:00 AM
Soupers, due to formatting issues I was unable to say this narrative was inspired by one Poets poem titles. Working on the next one. JT
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