Entries By Fred Fingery
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strung
strung bungalow duckhunter fence. a pearl-tipped rapier wanging the horse boots. guilty cloudcover darkening your day, rain’s on the way, strung up wet and flopping. remember the senses you experience in the pond mush, remember the quack of your shoes as you walk onto the kitchen tiles.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.16.2013 @ 10:36 pm
sleeved
sleeved reprieve, alligator sweater vest, smells like bleach and lavender, sunswirl dandelion dangling on your sleeve, your hand in a fist, and in the fist another hand, grateful lawyers coming to the birthday, briefcases leaning on brief faces.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.15.2013 @ 11:35 pm
wrath
wrath conquer sideways glance. picket fences leaped ahead, crashing the party, drinking the steering fluid, eighteen marmalade jello shots flying, flipping, frog head tripping the fantastic junkie, trigger finger hallelujah.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.13.2013 @ 9:21 pm
flee
flee bottom starscape tenders. appropriate mongrels sagging in the field of grass. treelines showing, cloud siding against the roof of the crack den, blue skies throwing color on the convict, he’s making a run for it.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.12.2013 @ 9:55 pm
decompose
decomposing pumpkin on the porch, flabbergasted black cats slinking beneath the car, throwing shadows on the leaves of candy wrappers dusting about the rainwet cobblestones. trick or treat, ghosts in sheets and face melted monster masks.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.11.2013 @ 9:36 pm
coach
coach roach splayed on the toast. marmalade candystripes sticking to your fingertips. football players heavy in a line. shoving and fighting. cheerleaders painted with bright white smiles and socks, lifted into the air by failed football players.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.10.2013 @ 9:27 pm
fools
fools cools lavender basket weaved like a rugged toolbox. chirping down the party line. household names screaming monopoly. try and catch the holy roller. the rolly pollies on the recess field. curled into little grey balls in your hand.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.09.2013 @ 10:32 pm
undetected
undetected absence trigger happy bedlam. treelined forest crutch, holding your walkway darling, bluerays zapping in figure eights, on the go, yes or no, barefoot masters yappy and swell.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.08.2013 @ 11:38 pm
alarming
alarming magnet cheek secretariat, a raceway lined with specters and hound dogs from the other place, sharp eyed locusts zipping shadows on the soda trays, salesman and butchers all in a row, cheering, leering, steering the race towards their ends.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.07.2013 @ 9:59 pm
montage
montage rolling bagman tenders, listen to the lightbulb hissing at the walls, chirping from the window pane, where dust and glob of dirtballs lie, and cacti from boyhood still survive to sit in the sun.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.06.2013 @ 9:02 pm
collage
collage phosphorous dreamscape, emerald cloud cover throwing shadows of lavender on the suburbs, a squeaky-wheeled trike serpentine in the field behind the school, a chill in the air as we shiver together, thinking of the future.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.05.2013 @ 9:42 pm
antithesis
antithesis struggling, a pauper on the highway’s edge. rustling through newspaper dandruff. always the beggar, mango hand, cool cool cherry in a plastic bag, or is it something else, wild twirling madmen become sane when they ask for a dollar, then start twirling again.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.04.2013 @ 10:47 pm
homeless
homeless box top screwing the curb, rainwater falling like cinderblock tumble. a smell of beer/piss/damp. squishwalking down the street. can in hand, thousand yard stare. the car and the street, that’s the living room.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.03.2013 @ 7:27 pm
brotherhood
brotherhood couch potato mongrels carousing the carpet. wrestling chasing and chasing some more. rubber band arc of pinwheeling pain, laughter on the tiles, chasing chasing and more chasing. a punch to the gut and guilty feelings and love. and being chased by the dog.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.02.2013 @ 4:07 pm
sisterhood
sisterhood traincars bolting down the rails, snail cones beaded with purple pondwater, tips of turtleshells fingering the face, a smell of deep, deep algea, a smell of wet clothes left wet, a stump in the middle of the pond, with a turtle sunbathing.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 06.01.2013 @ 11:18 pm
barren
barren lock of weather cracked hair, dangling plumes of polyester braid, here come the kitchen sink, everything with it, barren to the core, exploding porcelain right at your feet. don’t step in the shards of toilet.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.31.2013 @ 10:37 pm
secluded
secluded frog face named Trench. tadpoles with yoyo legs sputtering in the clay, gross gross lilly pads with tiny pool of algae in their veins, a frog plops the table of driftwood, leaps across the fronds.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.30.2013 @ 9:24 pm
neon
neon deon, football prayers, slipping in the grass, grass juice socks and tired elects rocking. sunshine bleachers, whistling coaches with nothing to do but live on the field, drive around in a golf cart like this is the NFL. football toss.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.29.2013 @ 9:39 pm
oblique
oblique slant backward pants. wet denim under the bed, moldy old and out of time, oblique drifts of blond hair swifting, catch the neverland brainstorm rift. again with the dog party, the cats running like jetplanes showing off.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.28.2013 @ 10:19 pm
delve
delve into it. bloomington’s stairs dusty with sock sand, florescent lights. delve into the sales counter candy, candy bars in a row, barred teeth chocolate you can never have, never want. minty fresh. two for one sale.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.27.2013 @ 8:52 pm
shattered
shattered window glass, spattered lightning addressed in the fold, unfold the scroll of red plastered fury, pull the knot to open the parchment. on the inside there’s proof of nefarious schemes, and soaked through with blood.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.27.2013 @ 12:49 am
spilled
spilled milk, spilled cat juice friar tuck gone to pot, big lips and flabby hips. robin the hood with bow bent back, an arrow leveled against the actor hack, clouds gone dark and dreary, the sheriff of nowheresville.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.25.2013 @ 11:31 pm
stratosphere
over the cumulus cloud, formations of rotten white things, elephants folding, airplanes lolling, rain drops are smalling in the driveway puddles, in the stratosphere rides my sweetest dreams, flying.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.24.2013 @ 9:50 pm
clout
clout. he has a lot of clot, the sod, he knows what to do when you screw him. little boy dewrag trombone. clout. out of sync, out of drink, throw your clout around like swinging a dead cat at the hanging ice.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.23.2013 @ 9:07 pm
casting
casting call couch, faded suede crackling with cotton, squeaks, air condition, frigid editing bay, slough leather pillows, jump and slam on the pillows, squeak on the squarelegs, relax, sleep, wake up in joyful air.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.21.2013 @ 10:01 pm
catapult
catapult rope, fling through the air, a Moorish bear, hair sizzling white, an arc to the right. barrel roll down to the mat. a fat cat. boring through the air unblemished by the light. here come the fatbear!
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.20.2013 @ 9:27 pm
lullaby
lullaby sweet thing, cry inside the plastic bars, softly singing trembling shrill, playthings dangling, twirling rocketships, hanging stars, creaking legs, cry into the night at the monsters of the dark corner. Then here comes mom.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.19.2013 @ 9:18 pm
signed
signed blank page wondering stop, a pall of smoke, then whipping like a dog’s tail, rainwater pouring from the eaves, spattering the garden, flattening the flowers, sign here on the dotted line, in the allotted time, and do it one over prime.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.18.2013 @ 8:39 pm
airstream
air stream torrents, whizzing whippoorwills overhead, a fire slash of feather trail, rows of hilly contrails, shadows of birds into shadows of barns, coolness there like the inside of a mailbox on a hot day.
Posted By Fred Fingery On 05.17.2013 @ 9:29 pm
