Today’s Music: Iggy Pop – The Passenger
*Zildjian Clevis whips two shiny silver spoons from his pockets, one in each hand. He moves them both to his right hand, and slowly at first but gaining speed, clacks, plunks and drums them together in a rising crescendo of madness, then-
Feel the intensity of poetry.
And my porkpie hat.
*El Guapo strides to the stage, clove cigarette in hand, travel brochures overflowing his pockets, ostrich feather rising from his porkpie hat
He takes a long drag on the cigarette, the scent of cloves and fresh cut glass permeating the coffee house. He nods to Zildjian*
Gleams in the sun in the driveway.
Everything in its appointed place.
The GPS as a beacon.
To accompany us on our way.
The road unrolls before us.
Quiet companionship interrupted by a question:
“Did you lock the front door?”
We turn around…
Today’s Music: Iggy Pop – Lust For Life
Days til Spring: 70
I got nothing. Rather, I have all sorts of stuff, I just haven’t written any of it down.
Fortunately, JK Rowling was kind enough to string out a well known series into 7 books and 8 movies.
So while I try and write up Ernie’s visit, or learning to scuba dive, or how beer does not in fact go with everything (don’t pour it into your chicken soup. Trust me.), I can at least – with minimal effort (really, minimal) – continue with my limericky retelling of the Harry Potter saga.
Everyone said that it was a secret
But Harry’s interest was piqued
Guilderoy was no help –
At his own shadow he yelped.
But with a phoenix, the basilisk was beated.
If you’ve managed to read this far, feel free to gack in the comments. You’ve earned it!
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