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  Wednesday, March 31, 2004


A fine evening

 

Tonight after my second glass of wine turned into my third glass of wine and I crossed the line from drinking for good health by the standards of the American Medical Association to the other side, the “you better stop that right now, mister, before your liver rears up and snaps at you like a junkyard dog” side, I finally started to relax and let go of the day’s tribulations. I had just sat down in front of the television when Dionysus, the god of wine showed up in my basement. I must say his arrival caught me off guard. It’s been ages since a Greek god has paid me a personal visit.

 

“Hey,” Dionysus said.  “What’s up? Can I join you?”

 

“No problem. That La-Z-Boy’s got your name on it.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Expression.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Dionysus sat down. I turned on the television and started surfing through the channels. We didn’t talk at first. It was just your typical guy and a god chilling thing. One of the sports channels was showing a fishing competition. I stopped and watched the angler reel in a large-mouth bass.

 

“That’s a beauty,” I said.

 

“Oh, yeah,” Dionysus replied. “That’s a fine fish.”

 

“You know, I really enjoyed that bottle of wine tonight. It was a Russian valley zinfandel.”

 

“I know.”

 

“You still making wine?”

 

“Yeah. Some. I have help now.”

 

“Cool.”

 

We settled back in our La-Z-Boys and I surfed some more channels. After a time, I started to doze off.

 

“Do you mind?” Dionysus reached for the remote.

 

“Knock yourself out.”

 

Dionysus flipped through the channels with great syncopation. I feel into a deep sleep. When I woke again he was gone. The bass fishing channel was on. The tournament was just finishing and the winner was holding up his winning bass, the same one we had seen earlier. Damn, that was a fine fish. I clicked off the television and began to write this story. I figured I better get it down while it was fresh in my mind.

 

The buzz from the wine was wearing off. I picked up the bottle. It had a dash more in it so I poured the remainder in my glass and took a sip. It was every bit as tasty as before. Fine wine. Fine fish. I am certainly glad Dionysus dropped by.

 


9:31:26 PM    Stories  comments []  

Def Spam Poetry*

 

When inside paper napkin hesitates

Swamp gets stinking drunk

Unlike So many hands

Who have made

Their annoying support group

 

Still Laugh and drink all night

With her

Defined by warranty

 

Buy an expensive gift

For her

Defined by hole puncher

 

Unlike so many clodhoppers

Who have made their precise

Dilettante to us

 

But they need to remember

How wisely chess board

From squid

Laughs out loud

 

* Exact wording of a spam email I received the other day that I’ve reformatted in verse.

 


7:57:03 PM    Poems  comments []  


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