There was this guy, and he set out a goblet and a mason jar at the end of his driveway during every rainstorm.
I thought it odd, at first.
But then, nothing would happen.
The goblet and Mason Jar sat there, until the residual rain
evaporated.
Every single time.
Every storm.
Then I remembered a time I traveled to Montreal, and saw first rate mischief occur in a dark club.
There were not goblets or Mason Jars, but I did see a chubby twenty-something dude rolling an amber liquid around a Brandy Snifter.
Then I saw a she, speaking tersely to the young dude.
She had a coiled curl cemented to her forehead.
Whatever she said to the dude, he took it in stride as she turned her back to him.
Then his countenance changed malignant, and he turned the Brandy Snifter full of amber liquid upside down over her head.
The liquid ran all over her hair and seemed to find her anger.
She screamed as she realized it was urine.
The last thing I saw on the bar was that Brandy Snifter, with a smidge of Amber Liquid left as a phantom.
I wonder if the pee was warm, and if it would have made a difference if it was in a goblet or a Mason Jar?
A very special thanks to Lisa S.K. Your suggestion filled my vessel and brought me backward in time. My cup runneth over.
40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the work.
Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Some stats:
Born: March 1974
Education:
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Some day:
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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