It’s coming to get them From the sea’s realm Mother Nature’s rebelling And there’s no telling Where she will stop You’d better hop On the climate change train.🙄
Derelict you say. I guess that you may be right, in some respects. Of course it is my home and I am perfectly satisfied with it. I need no roof or door to protect me. The earthly elements do not affect me. I do not need space around me to be comfortable, therefore in a few centuries when the earth covers this old home, I’ll still reside in this space, at times.
I suppose you’ve guessed by now that I am not human anymore, only an ethereal being now. There were days of being flesh and blood, but that was when this home was new, fresh from my brother and me building it. It has been changed a few times, new roof tiles, new trees and plants. The main structure still stands which we built, stone by stone.
This is not a sad story, for much happiness and joy filled these walls, by me and generations after me. Please visit as you like, and play in the ruins, pretending to live the life I lived.
“On September 20, 1973, at the height of his popularity (at the age of 30) and the day before the lead single to his fifth album I Got a Name was released, Croce and five others died in a plane crash. His music continued to chart throughout the 1970s following his death. Croce’s wife and early songwriting partner, Ingrid, continued to write and record after his death, and their son A. J. Croce became a singer-songwriter in the 1990s.” Wikipedia
Uptown got it’s hustlers The bowery got it’s bums 42nd street got big Jim walker He’s a pool shootin’ son of a gun Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come But he stronger than a country hoss And when the bad folks all get together at night You know they all call big Jim boss, just because And they say
… You don’t tug on superman’s cape You don’t spit into the wind You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger And you don’t mess around with Jim
… Well outta south Alabama came a country boy He say I’m lookin’ for a man named Jim I am a pool shootin’ boy My name Willie McCoy But down home they call me slim Yeah I’m lookin’ for the king of 42nd street He drivin’ a drop top cadillac Last week he took all my money And it may sound funny But I come to get my money back And everybody say Jack don’t you know
… And you don’t tug on superman’s cape You don’t spit into the wind You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger And you don’t mess around with Jim
… Well a hush fell over the pool room Jimmy come boppin’ in off the street And when the cuttin’ were done The only part that wasn’t bloody Was the soles of the big man’s feet Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places And he were shot in a couple more And you better believe They sung a different kind of story When big Jim hit the floor now they say
… You don’t tug on superman’s cape You don’t spit into the wind You don’t pull the mask off that old lone ranger And you don’t mess around with slim
… Yeah, big Jim got his hat Find out where it’s at And it’s not hustlin’ people strange to you Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue
… Yeah you don’t tug on superman’s cape You don’t spit into the wind You don’t pull the mask off the old lone ranger And you don’t mess around with slim.
**The haiku is a Japanese poetic form that consists of three lines, with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third. https://www.britannica.com/art/haiku
This company’s beer Label looks rather queer I’m not a person who drinks much libation But think these guys deserve excitation Diligence and perseverance is the key Success and reward for their company.
Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line from the poem. Post your Prosery piece on your blog and link back to this post. ***
Atop the rocky edges, seeing endless waves of salt water— in space and time I sit thousands of feet above the sea. Observing the vast expanse, envying a few dots of white furled sails, and I long to be there, on a vessel, lounging under their billows. I would be on the adventure my heart craves.
After much introspection and my life’s reflection, I embrace the awakening, as I observe the equinox from my balcony, and decide it truly is time for renewal.
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