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ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL.6, PAGE 9

“I’ve seen things your pupils wouldn’t believe.”, Pete said like a scholar.

“Sea Servants off the shoulders of evening gowns

I’ve shipped out with sailsmen, played baseball with giants.

I’ve walked the Sands of Thyme.

I was fit to be tied just to hear the Sirens howl at Wolf Bay.

I’ve fought delirious treatments in the Decanted Forrest.

I’ve done every dive from Pearl to Scuba.

I was lost once but now I’m sound.

I want to come home Packet!”

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All Laurel Lie said when I drove Pete up to the O’Dysseus place was:” You’ve been gone fifteen years, your dinners cold.”

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LATE FOR SUPPER

 

 
 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL.6, PAGE 8

I’ve known Heaven since she was just a cloud.

Her old man had been my young friend.

Id’ve done anything for Pete Skates.

He was my Nero.

Captain of the hooky team and the rebating team.

Handy in a grapple and smart as a quip.

Pete married Laurel Lie, the Home Slumming Colleen and they had Heaven.

Then somehow it all went to Nell.

Pete started hitting the throttle and one day he was just gone.

Thats why my flesh did the Australian crawl that night when I picked up the phone.

“Packit, its me Packit, its Pete, Pete Skates!

I’m with a bunch of bums  on the Bindlestiff, in the harbour.”

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HARBOURING THE BINDLESTIFF

 
 

ALAS, IN WANDERLAND, SEA CZAR CITY, VOL 6, PAGE 7

All that is left of the wild open town of Drasticville, is its name on one of Sea Czar City’s least neighbourly hoods and on the Drasticville Drive-In.

I stopped for a Village Burger and a shake.

The burger arrived as a meal on wheels worn by Heaven Skates, who also gripped me for the shake.

“Whats poppin’, gumchew?” she asked.

“When will you wheel away with me and quit all the fries?”

“Money,” she replied “I like my rockers with hot rods and not on front porches.”

“Your one of the cruel kind.”

“Yeah, well I gotta roll, Rock, and don’t break my back with the size of your tip.”

After I finished rooting through my beer, I honked for Heaven to goose it over and detray me.

I asked her how her mother was and she said: “Oh you know Laurel Lie, still pining for some would that could.

Next time, don’t drive over yourself, it hurts!”

michaellewisart

MEALS ON WHEELS

 
 
 
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