3WW 10-31

Just babysitting
For a beautiful infant
When it all began

The storm outside windy
Slamming the shutters loudly
When the phone first rang

A deep scratchy voice
Probably just teenagers
But it continued

More calls to bother
Until I called the police
To get a trace made

A cell phone of course
Promises made to call back
After tracking it

On my way upstairs
To check out the baby's crib
The phone rang again

Police had traced
The call to inside the house
They were on the way

I broke out my gun
Ready to scare back whoever
Was fucking with me

Picked up the baby
Only to be confronted
By a cloaked stranger

Gave him two warnings
Before I fired the shot
Shattering his leg

Kicked him as I passed
Child in hand waited outside
For the backup cops

OOps, I had a brain
Guess he wasn't aware that
Women can kick ass

The Bout

In one corner
Towering over the crowd
With a big beer belly
Extremely hairy and smelly
Taunting the other boxer
Stands mean momma Martha

And in the other corner
Appearing equally as vicious
Foaming from the mouth
Really needing a shower
The marauder of misery
Stand krazy glue sniffing Kira

In the middle the referee
A normal sized gentlemen
Calls both boxers to the center
And with the poise and balance
Of a cat ready to pounce
He lures them within range

Both thinking they are fighting
For honor and love
From him, the referee

The bell rings
And he escapes
While a no holds barred march
Takes place in the ring
With hair ripping and nails scratching
He smiles as he meets his new girlfriend outside
And drives away in the new sports car
He purchased for being a duel agent
For both boxers relentlessly killing one another
That he left behind
For a nice behind

Face to Face

They were really great
Face to face
When I was there
To buy a car
I should have known

It was my fate
Face to face
Any angry stare
From near and far
I should have known

To fix the dent
I did not see
Because the dirt
Was never washed
From off the blue

I think they meant
To ignore me
And then the skirt
She should be squashed
For having no clue

After being yelled at
Talking about like I wasn't there
Waiting three damn hours
Which cost me bundles
I got back my car
And maybe now
If I am lucky
That a-hole manager
Will get some more poor reviews
Like he deserves
I was only honest
Face to face

3WW 8-8-07

Determined speeders
Don't yield at the signs they see
Instead honk at me

Following the law
Driving with pajamas on
Does not break the law

3WW 7-18

This week's words are: Cope, Revealed, Stick

I was trying to cope with the stress. Parents always get you down. That is what I always thought. I went outside after hearing the dissapointing news that I might actually not be able to go to Disney World this summer because of cutbacks at the factory my father worked at. I picked up a stick after stick to use as swords and take my frustration out in the woods beside my house. Many of them broke as I hit them against trees and brush, but there always seemed to be another one. I was being agressive and imagining I was in the military as most boys do when they are young in one way or another. As I threw one of the sticks into a small hollow, briars were pushed aside and a small opening was revealed. I pushed aside the remaining briars and found that the opening was just big enough for me to shimmy into it so I ran back to our garage and got a flashlight. I turned it on and looked around and saw a small box in the back of the hollow about eight feet back. Despite my fear of enclosed spaces I had to know what was in the box. I moved back and forth very slowly, first making sure that getting out was possible and that I could make myself move both ways. Once I got close enough to reach the box I pulled it forward and then moved back out pulling along the box as I moved. When I reached the woods again I opened up the box. Inside there were letters that appeared very old and underneath some strange coins. I took them back inside and saw that they were dated from the 1700's and were communications between slaves that had been on a plantation and written in code. The coins must have been that old as well. I found that the coins although dingy were actually silver and gold and offered them to my father. My summer ended up okay and from that point on I kept

3WW #2 for me

3WW #37

This week's words are:

filthy, guess, convenience

I am out of poetry at the moment, so I am going with a really short story:

Mike walked into the convenience store with a huge smile across his face. He looked as if he had been hanging upside down from the monkey bars too long. Face flushed blood red, and he began to laugh a little. I was almost off work so I decided to indulge him and let him hang out until the midnight shift clerk arrived. Mike was very excited. He could not wait to show me the filthy treasure he had discovered in his usual day of nothing. Mike was not the type who worked, or had many hobbies other than rummaging through garbage, roadside pickups, antique shops, yard sales, flea markets...well you name it, he was there. He was a crap collector as I liked to put it. This was his usual sinful game. Asking me to guess what he had found today. Normally I did not put up with shit like this, but his initial expression had not left his face in the last hour. Today had to be something special. The thing was, Mike decided to be a dick and not tell me what it was that he had found. He did not even give any hints besides the look on his face as I guessed. He continued to emit the strangest horse like laughter and goofy bucked tooth grins until I was ready to punch his face in. Then he came around and started to give hints. Mike wasn't too bright, if you could not already tell from his one hobby, and very soon I had narrowed it down to a few possibilities which I knew had to be correct. Just then Mike's girlfriend arrived with her long coat of blond hair covering almost every bit of her and asked him if he was ready to go in their own personal language. Mike knew I understood what she was saying, but she didn't so it was okay. I refused to let Mike leave and grabbed him by the collar he liked to wear until he gave up his secret. Another Damn Bone! This one looked human and freaked me out. Then he and his girlfriend ran off on all fours to the back of a restaurant for dinner and I walked home.

I'm Sad

I wish these pale white fingers
Could find the right combination
Of letters on the keyboard
To express the fear I now have
The outer layer of perfection
Was shed today like a snakeskin
At exactly eighteen hundred hours
Yes, it could have been worse
But that does not make it better
And it does not make it go away
I'm lost in an endless sea of drama
Trying to find the magical words
Looking for a cure for what ails her
To yet again fix something
That can't be undone
Can't be fixed
Can't be


Without being specific this is about how it feels right now. I don't know if I will quit writing for now, or just start writing insane amounts of everything. A dream hangs in the balance and there are no answers, just questions. Why?

Rough Story, Fun Ending

Taking 3 little pigs a step further

He built his house of straw, knowing no better. Just how weak or if it would leak. Then he met the first one, a woman so wild. Full of fire and desire. Within days his life was unbalanced and his home was burned to only ash.

Time passed and he rebuilt his house of oak (twigs and sticks suck) thinking the pain he had felt was over. He met the second one. She was a wicked evil bitch, but he saw her spice and thought it nice. Yet again something began to leak. It was her that spilled over emotionally. Crashing and breaking and smashing and thrashing until nothing was left inside. He locked her inside and ran.

This time he moved far away and began his brick house, with vinyl siding (LOL). The most beautiful delicate flower of all women gracefully walked into his life. Awing him with her charm, fragility, intelligence, and love. He instantly knew this was the one. But he felt sick nonetheless. Something was wrong. He had burned all his bridges as he moved along in life and thought nothing of it. Now something seemed like a malignant cancer eating him from the inside out. He ignored it and moved along with the plans. Then on his wedding day he met the bridesmaids, her two sisters. The sister of straw and the sister of oak. He began to choke as his heart broke.

Now it's time for the fun new ending:

He could not marry her with these two sisters, but he had recently received a puzzle box from a man with lots of pins in his head. He carefully wrapped it up and gave it to the sisters and told them to open it together and afterwards they all would talk. Both sisters so full of greed ran to a nearby abandoned house and opened the present and began to play with the box until it started to move all by itself. Both were curious and stuck their faces very close as chains with claws on the end appeared out of no where tearing their flesh away bit by bit. The demons of hell laughed as both sisters were destroyed in a matter of seconds leaving not even a bone, but blood spattered all over the room.

No one could find either of the two strange sisters so the wedding began without them and immediately after was the honeymoon. The man and woman lived happily ever after with the exception of the woman never finding out what happened to the two wicked sisters.

Special Thanks to Clive Barker and the Hellraiser series for inspiring the great ending.