2014 #303

Next sensation Glossary felt
was pain. Pain in movement. Pain all over.
But a softness was doing all it could
to assuage the pain it could by
supporting Glossary’s spine and Glossary
deduced the softness was a mattress,
nothing fancy, just a really cozy

mattress filled with down anyone
could find in peasantry or for a few
extra cobs of corn or maybe a bucket
of navy beans or black beans a peasant
would do more than pluck the down
but would handle the stuffing of the mattress,
and there came a couple of crackles

from a corner and the smell of smoke
but not the smell of smoke worthy of alarm
but the smell of smoke of comfort promotion
and while Glossary was forced to sharply
wince with pain, whether trying to wiggle
a V or a Z or lift a C
or an M and the effort of turning

just one thin page brought a groan,
the bringing of Glossary’s groan
tripped a vocal
reaction from
another room though
not a distant room,
and the voice Glossary’s groan
tripped carried
an ascertainable
feminine quality
or it didn’t just sound feminine

but was feminine, and a noun,
a feminine noun, a feminine noun
blessed with chords for song that would bring
joy to convent or bordello.
Then Glossary felt a different
presence and began to understand
the presence was a representative

from History, which the representative
from History went ahead and said
to Glossary soon as it was clear
Glossary was aware of the presence,
saying…. well the representative
from History didn’t quote it
that way, but said, “I am History.”


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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