Literary

Literary

F**k Up ~ Part 3

Submitted by Ronnie Prima on Mon, 12/28/2009 - 19:54

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I wheel my protest sign up to the 3rd floor. These sweetheart nurses are not so sweet now. "That is just ........ lovely."
 
I am halfway through Ob-Gyn when Miles catches up to me. "Goddamn it Roger! They'll fire you for sure for this!"
 
"I know, but Vince really needed this. Someone had to tell that swine off!"
 
"Security to second floor." says a voice from overhead.
 
"But what about the position this puts me in? I sure don't want to be the one who has to hold you for the sheriffs. Just put that away and get your ass off the grounds. And I think you need to find yourself some other place to stay..."
 
F**k uP
 
by Ronnie Prima
  
 PART 3: CIGARS AND TRIPES FOREVER
 
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F**k Up ~ Part 2

Submitted by Ronnie Prima on Mon, 12/28/2009 - 19:46

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My immediate boss was Vince, a hunched little character in a flat top who looked alarmingly like my father. Same basic face, like my dad had been put through a shrinking machine- one of those older models that left its payload oddly distorted; long dwarf's torso with a crease in the middle like he could fold up + fit in a suitcase going yapyapyapyapyap! A long term navy man who had LUXURIATED in that whole routine, everything "Sir/Yes Sir!" and polishing the widget-mounts; A fundamental intolerance for spontenaity or surprises ............ And with his anchor tattoos, cartoon New Yoiky accent and lumpy bald dome I soon came to think of him as Popeye. Only without the chuckle, the goodness or the heart ........... Eye Pop the evil Anti.
 
F**k uP
by Ronnie Prima
 
 
PART TWO: WURZAT ROSITA?
 
 
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F**k Up ~ Part 1

Submitted by Ronnie Prima on Mon, 12/28/2009 - 19:33

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Occasionally I go spend the day at the old deserted airport ....... Signal Hill is pretty neat too- a barren hump covered with seesawing pumps, rusty oil tanks and the foundations of long-demolished houses ........ There is an ugly bar at a bowling alley I go to in the morning when no one bowls. But since it's so much cheaper to go drink in some park, bars are really not an option for me ....... And those gay ones I used to go to don't interest me, since I pretty much gave up on the whole idiot notion of sex ...... Nor am I interested in the fellowship of "others of my kind", since I'm no longer sure that I even HAVE a kind...
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F**k uP
by Ronnie Prima
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PART ONE: THE TYRANNY OF COMMON SENSE
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Row of pins

Submitted by mskala on Thu, 04/09/2009 - 11:26

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I had the car, so it must be within the last couple years, but I don't know the highway. I was a long way from anywhere, and I have a memory I think must have been a little earlier, of driving through a strange flat land with dead trees and oily puddles of lakes. But this one picks up where I'm eating dinner in a large log house with an elderly couple. I don't recognize them, I think we must have just met, and they're being very hospitable. Earlier the man was showing me something in the garage that he was proud of. A computer-controlled milling machine, maybe? Maybe it was more like a jigsaw. I think he had built it himself. He was using it to make stupid kitschy plywood cut-outs and she would douse them in acrylic latex. Such a waste. The room was decorated with the cut-outs and I had seen more in the yard.

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Walk Normal In Norwalk

Submitted by Laika on Mon, 12/08/2008 - 02:28
WALK NORMAL IN NORWALK
≈►(0..0) ▬▀.|.▀▄▄סּ..סּ▲▓*..*▀◘≈►
(my couple of days in the nut house)
by  Roger  Di Prima
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Planet Jerk

Submitted by Laika on Thu, 12/04/2008 - 04:08

Roger, Jerk & Roseanna---street people---spend the rainy winter of 1979 hunkered down in a banged up little mildew infested Dodge Dart. Be it ever so humble, it's home...

PLANET JERK
 
by Roger Di Prima
 

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The House of the Two Trees

Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Sat, 07/05/2008 - 14:11
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The The Force

Submitted by L D Welch on Tue, 07/01/2008 - 10:57

The The Force

(The Divorce)

 

Dear Santa Claus,

My name is Tommy and I’m six years old.
I go to the first grade at Samuel Clemens Elementary School.

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The Ecclesiaste

Submitted by Dale M. Cannon on Thu, 05/29/2008 - 12:33

 

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