The Robe Less Unravelled

Prose Poetry Prompt: Twisted Chronology

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Swimming in an itchy armchair, feet dangle off the ground — you’ll love our Christian puppet farm, all the other boys came around.

Sawadee ka handsome man, never-ending happy to be here grin – eye balls loaded to the lid with Red Bull and Ritalin – holy spirits stuffed down the bottom of a bag, so this is the place, I must be now – being not doing —

Zipping across turquoise sea, in-flight on spiritual quest, things looking up hands linked behind head, spirited by the swinging motion of her bikini-tan breasts, so — are we soul mates yet?

I’m detecting a pattern, boy, this problem here is problematic — his independent reading assignment last term was nothing short of pornographic.

Mourning scrambled dregs of dribbled brain cells, on dusty plate from days before, I’ll take my coffee finely chopped in skinny white blocks por favore, donde esta il High Priest mountain? I’m looking for answers to questions I haven’t asked yet —

Let me get some rest, just a blink on this lunar surface, can I hitch a ride on your creaking cart, cowgirl, I’m headed down the robe less unravelled, I’ll slip right in – your pink vacuum puddle waiting – one more time — yee-haw.

Vic Spandrio 2021

Thanks to J.D. Harms for producing the goods with his prompt, twisted chronology.

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