2 posts tagged “cow”
From the long lost pilot-episode of my life:
(Still shopping it around for a network)
Sub-Dude
The car, here, is out of place
Bicycles far more the pace.
Fried potato starch stains
We'd trade the use of Daniel's lion pack
For one flat wooden toothpick seat
Button-fly or zipper today?
We're shod with iron horshoes firm
To evict their cuckoos from his nest.
Light Emitting Diodes, all systems green on zeppelin.
A pizza in my pocket, nuked
The dog was hot and bunned
Frozen fruit hookah pipe-sicle treat
The burger's cow hammed the town
This cheese, it is not yours dear nun.
Pale cow, the rider is hooded
I sat all day and nigh fortnight
Before we came upon ourselves again
Hang-nail, torn, bleeding, quick
You were there and so was I
The future played us fair
A ring repaired, but not the One Ring.
Three sets to one we were not done
So in the car you rode uphill
Mmm, Buffalo-style onion rings, crispy
Duh dizzy bunny hopped limply
Fried out from the sun
Sister fingers, sister hand, close crate door again
But your car there was out of place
so pinched me I did do
Thought in head and key in lock
In a crowd that stank with sweat
On the bus did bounce.
Expunged, expelled, the sponge that failed
And bunny, she hobbled a corner round
There under wheels was flattened.
Well, wet my nose and wag my tail
Bicycles far more the pace.
- Wake, sort of
- Sheets pulling me back under like water lapping at a drowning man.
- Pillows at least a half-mile deep.
- Sunrise, walking the dogs, orange light, dewy grass
- Note that the dogs have gotten into a diaper somewhere, visual data from their droppings
- Shower, warm, borderline hot, needling; and smelling ever so slightly of mold
- Mental note to confer with property management agent.
- Kids, where the hell are the kids? Bed, a yes, awake but not in trouble.
- Shave, note blade slightly rusty... slightly? It is or it isn't. It is. Must find replacements in box somewhere.
- Coffee, java, espresso... life. Christopher Bean Tiramisu beans. Hot steam under pressure, voila.
- Kids, where the hell are the kids? Ah, breakfast table, eating cereal, mostly neatly.
- PC to check traffic for wife's commute. Suggest alternate route. Avoid congestion = faster = happy.
- Sausage. Squished medallions of porcine yumminess emitting greasy smoke. Crisp and unburned.
- Kids, where the hell have I put the kids? Oh, TV, Noggin, to make smart kids who are active, by sitting on their asses. Actually very active today. Lots of play in the dogs crates. The pups yield the field with valor.
- Drag pool off patio into yard. Do battle with insects of extraordinary size. Extend hose. Fill pool.
- Cuppy and a nap in crib for youngest.
- Eldest spots pool. Much whining.
- Eldest changed into swimsuit. Much splashing.
- Sunny. Warm. Chair. Footrest. Backyard. Pool. Daughter giggle. Tanning. Beer.
- Where the hell are the kids? Ah, lunch. Dry one off, dress, table, peanut butter toast in the face. Wake other up, dry off bum, change diaper, reapply clothes, table/high-chair, peanut butter toast, on the face and the hair, and the floor, to the puppies.
- Pool, splashing, two daughters giggling, warm, sun, chair, footrest, tanning, beer.
- Tired tantrums. Nap for one. Quiet puzzle time for two. Microwave, processed-cheese on tortilla chip rounds Nachos for me. Lookie, BBC America, and Discovery Science Channel and way too many others to ever flip through.
- PC time with the eldest. Lots of Nick, Jr games.
- Checking on wife's commute home, suggest alternate route, ignored.
- Wife stuck in traffic, finally aborts and attempts suggested route.
- Dinner, sirloin tip under the broiler, finished with blue cheese, bovine bliss.
- Music and dancing and craziness on the coffee table and lots of shoulder rides and tummy-floor-swing-rocker rides.
- Kids asleep, nightlights on. Grown-ups on the patio with matches and marble, and green faeries dancing with the fireflies in the treeline down the hill along the creek.
- Sweet tea and vodka.
- Marital aerobics.
- Oblivion.
