Wednesday, August 26, 2015

ANTI-SEMI-COLON.



He hallucinated the presence of a girlfriend in his life; he was seeing someone.

This vision led to headaches; he took it with a migraine of salt.

His Jamaican friend rode the autobus; he paid rasta fare.

The same friend decided to effect a clean slate with his legs; a fibula rasa.

A band came on the radio; Ramen At Work.

The song, “Who Can It Beef Now”, tickled listeners with power pop hooks; it didn’t noodle around.

Trans Fats Domino came on the radio; a commercial followed for Trans Fats Domino Sugar.

A commercial followed for Air Trans Fats Domino; for Trans Fats Domino Theory.

The man by now clip clopped down the stairs to the subway; he passed through the stile with style.

He thought of two motion pictures that would take place at the machines that governed entrance to the subway; one of them, “Doggy Stile”, predicted euphoric canine encounters.

He traded the word “citrus” for the word “circus”; in his mind, the Ringling Bros. Citrus was coming to town.

The man traded the word “Mylanta” for “Santa” and the name “Klaus” for “Claus”; in his mind, Mylanta Klaus was coming to town.

There were three stars in the evening sky; “Let us kiss three times”, the man thought.

He thought of a woman he really loved; “Let us kiss three times”—and all will be forgiven.

4 comments:

tpw said...

This is very good. Are you usually drunk when you write these posts?

DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

You're too kind, sir. Fermented products are never far but I believe in being tight; not blind. It's a bit too hard to fit pen to paper when blind. Hey, man -- I hope we can drink a spirit soon. ----BA

Anonymous said...

this was a thrilling read. -- casey

DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

Like "Civil War thrilling" or some other kind of thrilling? Lionel Thrilling? Did you do a double reed; like an oboe?

---BA