Monthly Archives: February 2013

Sammy, the Gat: “The Ragtop Without A Top”

Posted on February 27, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) (Glossary at end.) My newly IDed Celtic contact is leakin’ crimson curlicues on the dusty as I circumvent the circumstances and head for the threshold. I got a speed-need for a juice mobile … Continue reading →

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“Death in the Country”

Posted on February 20, 2013 by vb guenther

I stare at the vine-covered barn with its rotting wood, wretched roof, overgrown barnyard. A door opens and a woman runs from the building as a man holding a pistol steps into the opening. Her body stiffens as she stops, … Continue reading →

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“Ode to Kaspar Hauser”

Posted on February 19, 2013 by vb guenther

A boy appeared At the barracks gate A torn letter In his hand. Kaspar Hauser It said His mother is poor His father Is a cavalry man. Soft hands Blistered feet No knowledge Of the world He came From a … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “I Doodle On My Noodle”

Posted on February 16, 2013 by vb guenther

(Glossary at end.) I eyeball it past Lefty Louie, who’s standin’next to me, and digitize the slick pics the precip rough-drafts on the frame pane of the fly-to. Double L’s etch-a-sketch reflection mimes him finger-itchin’ to double-clamp my ab-slab. My … Continue reading →

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“A Bizarre Statue”

Posted on February 14, 2013 by vb guenther

A light drizzle discourages visitors from lingering in the plaza where a bizarre statue commemorates my death. Unplanned and unprovoked, my murder occurred on a dreary day like today. My brilliant lover, whose sculptures were spawned by anger and frustration, … Continue reading →

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“The Corpse”

Posted on February 12, 2013 by vb guenther

I’m a cop And I’m looking down At the battered body Of a young woman. Face obliterated Hair crudely cropped Above her ears Finger tips Scraped clean Clothing gone. An anonymous victim Of indiscriminate Street crime. So I think. Until … Continue reading →

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“A Tiny Flicker”

Posted on February 8, 2013 by vb guenther

A tiny flicker Red and yellow Touch of blue Edge of green Next to orange Grows To fill The small window Of my attic room. I lie still Under the quilt Sewn By my great aunt Lena. The colors morph … Continue reading →

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“The Assignment”

Posted on February 7, 2013 by vb guenther

(Please click for my February 12, 2013, dVersePoet Open Link Night 83 post–somehow the link for this post was activated as well as the correct one which is for “The Corpse”.) As I step off the plane which brought me … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “My Poppin’ Pupes Beat Retreat.”

Posted on February 6, 2013 by vb guenther

(Glossary at end.) My poppin’ pupes beat retreat when they zero in on Lefty Louis. Now Lefty ain’t one to drop anchor in Prince Willie’s Wayward Wanderers’ Wasteland so I got reason to flip a finger around the flamer in my … Continue reading →

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