Hands Dialogue


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STACEY: Ever think about hands?
KEVIN: What?
STACEY: Hands. Do you ever think about them?
KEVIN: I guess? Like, if I smack it into something, or something.
STACEY: No! Like, how cool and amazing and utterly weird they are.
KEVIN: Oh. Oh! OH! Yeah! Totally! . . . no.
STACEY: Uhg! There’s never anything going on in your head! Come on, man! Contemplate for once!
KEVIN: Why?
STACEY: I don’t know. Like, for you know, camaraderie or something. I’m feeling pretty alone here.
KEVIN: . . . But I’m literally next to you.
STACEY: UUHHGG!!! * flings head back * Alone. Utterly alone.
KEVIN: Come on, babe. You want me to get you something? Like food?
STACEY: Yeah, food for the soul please.
KEVIN: . . . . Collard greens?
STACEY: No, a conversation dipshit.
KEVIN: . . . . . Hands are useful?
STACEY: . . . Better. . . . Thanks.
KEVIN: Anytime. * pats Stacey on knee, gets up and starts heading out of room * Now I’m hungry, gonna get some food for my soul.
STACEY: Ok. . . . Pizza?
KEVIN: You have the best ideas babe~! * exits *
STACEY: * alone: stares at hands * . . . They are pretty useful.

— Vermillion Whimsy —

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Sand Witch Hunt

The sandwich slinger is quite a gyro, isn’t he ?
Not delinquent, this brandishment of deli weaponry,
But a rebel submarine surfacing fully-loaded .

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Shrew[d] Taming

Easy ; she is not,
This saucy seesaw
Of seasonal feeling—
Pleasing; then reeling .

No discount of emotion,
But a reasoning counter
Is needed pacific,
To trim Atlantic tremors

From sea cracks unsealing ;
So that, Tsunami
Anomalies diminuendo
Their crustal crashing crescendos—

A tangle angled by window ;
Or : the wild winnowed .

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Can Tennessee Blue

Tennessee[n] too much tRumponomics :
A blueprint for Democrats
When the books are in a red hue .
To get back in black, bring the blue back—
True-tint citizens in chemostat
When I see Tennessee blue .

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Chronic Venous Insufficiency

Sad Cankles the Clown,
His venous blood stays down ;
Feet anchored for stooping,
The plasma not looping .

Collagen collapses,
And dead . Are the synapses .
Beta carotene sagging, and
A catheter fills some bagging .

Mini-stroking those cognitive decline blues
Diaper drooping ; cankles spilling over shoes .

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Short Shrift

Spiritus Sanctus spanked us,
And expanded our lungs—
Lamentation before laughter .

Yet, of the three gods in the godhead,
Do you not think the Holy Ghost
Gets short shrift ?
Are these not coequal branches
Of cosmic government ?

The alabastard flapper hovers
Pneumatic across dimensions ;
The wind over the waters,
Carves up Chaos into subdivisions ;
Updrafts the skirt of Madonna,
Imaculate the swelling .

But in the Old Testament, the Father
Gets top billing ;  and in the Good News,
The Son suffers the blues :
Yahweh thrilling with river splitting
And dekaplague killing;
Jesus spellbinding by sighting the blind,
And unwrapping death from the winding .

Pretzeled apologies for Sky Daddy,
CEO of the Council of Cielo,
Come from being concerned
Of being eaten by worms
As the terminal organic form  .

Composed . Decomposed . Compost .

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