FLOATING BODIES

Desolate birds cling to her face
as she lilts above the abrupt trough.
Her floating body soon crawled into 
the dark vast ocean
Calmly lulling her out of sleep as growing 
gray matter perculated and stimulated
her outer shell.

c2010 LLR 12/2

ONE NIGHT STAND CLAUSE

All thru the night, Nickie traveled the world wide
His agenda, to search for moms to have on the side
He put on his fat suit to hide his bones and sinew
Mrs. C's so frigid, "X"mas moms are back on the menu

Hovering over Denmark, Nickie saw chimneys abound
Many red lights blinking, pure heaven he found
He shimmied down one, landing right on his point
She screamed, he groaned, then they lit up a joint

Alas little Joe, awoke and came down the stairs
Mommy & some white beard asleep with no cares
Joe grabbed the cookies and shouted, Dad, you better hit the deck
Daddy came running but fell almost breaking his neck.

Daddy unconscious lay flat on his face
Nickie woke up and quickened his pace
Up the chimney as Mommy shot him the finger  
He smiled and ho ho(ed), so glad that he had banged her

The night was close to turning into day
Rudy and the others didn't have much to say
Coming up the driveway, Mrs. C in a black negligee
With hot coco and biscuits and a bowl full of hay

c2010 LLR 1215

EXTERMINATOR

EXT. BUS STOP

GRETA straightens her skirt. SALLY walks up beside her and looks for a few secs.

SALLY: Do I know you?

GRETA: Don't think so.

SALLY: You look like a old friend of mine.

GRETA: Really. I get that a lot.

SALLY: Her name was Stella.

GRETA: Was?

SALLY: Yeah, she got run over by a bus last week.

GRETA: Oh. I think I remember her. She fell right in front of the 210.

SALLY: Right. That goes downtown, doesn't it?

GRETA: Yeah. I use to work down there.

SALLY: But not anymore?

GRETA: Yeah. That was the last time I took the 210. 

SALLY: So where do you work now?

GRETA: Hopefully right there. (points to the back) I went on an interview today. Some head hunter set it up.

SALLY: That's funny. Stella was a head hunter.

GRETA: Oh yeah. It takes a special kind of person to do that job.

SALLY: You ain't kidding. Stella sure was special. She never complained about anything or anyone. She was a real ace.

GRETA: I bet she was. So, what do you do, ah?

SALLY: It's Sally. I'm in the extermination business.

GRETA: Like rats & bugs, that kind of thing.

SALLY: (shrugs shoulders) Yeah. Sometimes I wonder why I dress up for my job. It can be real messy sometimes.

GRETA: I would think so. I guess you put overalls on over your clothes, huh.

SALLY: It depends on who contracts me out.

GRETA: Hum. You working today?

SALLY: Yep. Somewhere on Wilcox.

GRETA: Wilcox? I live on Wilcox.

SALLY: What  a consequence. Some guy named Paul Porter hired me. 

GRETA: I don't know a Paul Porter. He must be new to the neighborhood.

SALLY: Isn't your name Porter?

GRETA: Yes but ... Say, how did you know that?

SALLY: It's my business to know.

GRETA: Know what?

SALLY: The target. You see, I like to get to know someone before I ...

GRETA: Hold on. Jasper hired you, didn't he?

SALLY: That's right. How did you know?

GRETA: I'm crafty that way. So he's trying to get rid of the evidence.

SALLY: Correct.

GRETA: Well, I hate to break it to you but if you kill me then he'll hire someone to kill you. You see, Stella wasn't really his sister. She killed Jasper's real sister, Agnes so Jasper hired me to shove Stella right into the 210. 

SALLY: Yeah right. Look. I'm not taken in so easily. You're just trying to confuse me so I ...

GRETA: Look, how did I know Jasper's name?

SALLY: Ah ... well ... Damn. You're right. 

GRETA: Of course I am. Say, how about going over to Jasper's?

SALLY: That's a good idea. I'm not letting some asshole get rid of me.

GRETA: Ok, after you.

SALLY: No, after you.

chopped liver?

early morning egos eat breakfast to the hilt of nines
filling up their brain cells with glorious self-made fines
odes to themselves show the ugly side of each day
what are we, chopped liver? keep those egomanics at bay