Friday, March 27, 2009

Friday is experimental prose day.

Quirky potato chips. Unsure. Lessons of chicken salad. These new salsas and none of them very good. Gunpowder and cherrywood. The resin from the bow now dried and clumpy. The old violin cracked from dryness. The scent of fresh mozzarella cheese wafting in from the cheese box. Life has no form. Light is made out of all the colors of the rainbow and then when they are mixed, it's just white. Not whole wheat, strangely. Whole wheat is where it's at. Jimmy can swim. Through the night of love and lasagna. Myths of the lasagna man. Told by his grandson through dance. Runs a bicycle shop. Flutes are nice. Wood flutes played by homeless people. Homeless people. People without homes. Homes. Wheat bread. Homes. Wheat bread homes. Holmes. Home sliced wheat bread for the homeless people. Wheat scented flute wood. Lost in the woods. Confused by the layout of the maze. Maize. That is corn. Corn chips. Candy corn. Horn playing frogman. From the 1940's. Lost in the mud. Fudge. Fugue played on English Horn coming through a linen tweed speaker. Corn nuts. Sweet wine drunken by the flute player and shared with the drum man. Frogman in the audience smoking hash through a heavy mustache. Heavy set. Veal as the main food source. Wealthy frogman with a penchant for flute music. Hard bop played by the softest instrument. Nothing to do but float and jitter. Wooden flutes. Fidget with crystals. Pry the flute out of the hands of the living man. The man who plays the flute has had a lunch too heavy, of veal and fudge and now the song is leaden. Fudge. Fugue played on English Horn. Cathedral music played by a frogman who has a thing for lasagna. Despondent. Drought. New Orleans turkey sandwich has pure lobster curd jammed in there. Made by hand. The owner is Left-handed James. He has an earring in his eye lid. Heavy set. Veal as main food source. Teach me the flute. Curls in his hair kept moist with the gypsum cream.The sandwich has the lobster curd. That is the product of the lobster stored in pouch of sorrow. The tear duct of the mullosk. Veal as the main food source. Pork-scented flute velvet. Total torture. Bliss. Fog. Smoke. Liquid smoke. Smoke. Smokey Joe's Lobster Bisque. Lifestyle pancakes. Cakes pan-cooked. Perfect and perfect. Helping. Bruce Hornsby playing the harp. Lights low. Peace.

1 comment:

travis said...

I dream of items like these. I dream.