someone

by bofa xesjum

someone is out there, manfred thought. perhaps they mean me harm. if i reman quiet, they might well go away. i have always done my best to stay out of trouble. for the most part, my precautions and prayers have been successful. but the night is dark. and as silent as the grave, as my old friend reverend jarvis was fond of saying. what did i expect? the chances of living forever were never that great. my best guess is that there is indeed something or someone out there. i am quite the philosopher tonight. i think i will stop all this thinking and make myself a sandwich. as luck would have it, just then there was a knock on the door. manfred was not a remarkable person. nor did he regard himself as in any way exceptional. he emptied his mind of thought and approached the door. he opened the door and beheld his old friend jeffrey johnson. just the person he had dreamed of only three nights ago! manfred opened his mouth to speak, but jeffrey held up an imperious hand. jeffrey had crossed the ocean for this meeting. you probably womder what i am thinking, jeffrey addressed manfred. that happens to be the case, manfred replied. it is very often the case in such situations as this, jeffrey continued, when the two parties involved have not seen each other for a long time. do you remember dr holper, the self-professed master of all knowledge? manfred asked. bur here, i am being a poor host, will you not step inside? but , of course, jeffrey answered. i thought you would never ask. and with a slight tremor, manfred stood aside to let jeffrey enter the apartment.

young man in a hurry

by dog e relaford

where are you going, young man in a hurry your face so lined with woe and worry have you lost your best friend? is the world about to end? i am going to london to see the king for i have terrible news to bring the end of the world would be a blessing compared to what i will be attesting that sounds dreadful - can you spare no clue or intimate what we might do to avert this tragedy whatever it might be no, the young man replied we can not hold back the tide by fate i have been sent to assert this final testament in an evil purple hour the world will turn into a flower now if you will excuse me the flower is trying to lose me of course! the frog exclaimed you are my old friend king james you had a bandage on your big toe when we romped as lads long ago you were always a worry wart a melancholy sort prone to fits of ennui or so it seemed to me the frog continued south with a corncob pipe in its mouth and the young man headed west having failed his most important test

sadness

by bofa xesjum

siblings, cried the wuggles let us stop here a while surely we will perish if we go another mile we have all grown weary and our ranks are filled with strife let us stay beside this river and start a new life but the muggles would not hear it and continued on their way the wuggles saw the sun go down and waited for the day thunder rolled across the plain and rain fell from the sky the river rose up from its banks and no wuggle was left dry one by one the surging waves carried the wuggles away their piteous wailings faded when the juggles came out to play

what if

by dog e relaford

if humans never came down from the trees we’d eat apples and bananas and enjoy the breeze we would never pay taxes or wait for a bus and there would not be so many of us if humans never planted seeds we could look at the sky and lie in the weeds lay on our backs and count the clouds and never say anything nasty out loud we would never have to talk at all not about politics, art or football maybe once in a while hum a little tune wait for the sunset and gaze at the moon where, o where, did we go so wrong this is the burden of my sad song why did we build these cities and towns where one or two are up and a million down? stand in the street, and say we should go back but turn around, and look down the track what do you see with your wide open eye? it might be something, but it’s not you or i

blue

by nick nelson

i have been alive for two billion seconds and have thought two billion thoughts i always thought that i was real but maybe i was not i had two trillion sentiments in the salad of my brain now they all have disappeared but may come back again i saw a dragon waiting outside the jailhouse entrance he wanted to be let back in but he had served his sentence i saw my old dog blue standing outside city hall he offered me a pamphlet and i threw him a tennis ball what good times we had together on the cote d’azur in spring when the air was filled with breezes and the butterflies spread their wings i still have the faded menu from our last dinner in rome now blue has no more butterflies and i am far from home the bus is waiting at the gate i have my ticket in my hand i wish i had the golden dream that we buried in the sand

passing stranger

by dog e relaford

life is cruel but nobody cares they are only concerned with their own affairs you see a stranger coming down the road you think, he looks like a goof but maybe his best friend ran off with his dog or he was evicted from under his roof the stranger passes you by and you pass him by too you look up at the sky and it might be gray or blue the stranger passes by you think of him no more maybe he was the one who could have told you the score maybe he was the one who could have pointed you the way maybe he was your long lost twin and like you, had nothing to say

message

by dog e relaford

if my shirt was white i could sit tight if my suit was black i might stay on track if my shoes were brown i would get out of town if my tie was green i would flee the scene if the sky is red i will stay in bed if the air turns blue i will know about you if night turns to day i have nothing to say if the sun goes out i will jump and shout if i get a message from a stranger in the night i will put on my shoes and tie them real tight