Maybe Always

Scripted

2011-06-03T03:42:00.000-07:00

By Giggles Anderson

Nothing shows the love
for ones computer
like the creation
of a bot.

Having and Holding

2011-06-03T02:50:00.000-07:00

By Giggles Anderson

Marriage is difficult.

The current sociopolitical
and economic situation
makes it almost
impossible.

Cane and Gables

2011-05-21T06:44:00.000-07:00

Reach into the bucket
pull out a sock and
finally accept its meaning.

It is time to train
for a marathon
the one always talked about
with a future tense

meant to stay
hidden under the day
that would never come

make a list
pick a number
twenty-six is too large,
thirteen is unlucky
at first
as everyone knows

settle for a 5k

laugh at yourself
mock all the runners you know
and a few you don't.

Find the other sock.
Curse the day it was sewn.

Tell a friend.
Wait for a Snicker.
Go buy one instead.
Put it back
remembering you
have some
in the freezer
snorkeling
in ice cream.

If only
you'd picked that
out of the bucket.

Pout.

Grab some water.
Head for the paved unknown.
Walk for no particular reason.
Walk to nowhere.
Walk some more.

Time yourself.
Be appalled.
Be amazed.

This is a grudge match now.
Isn't it always?

There are no commas involved.
This is all about the run-on sentence.

Phrases of movement
broken only by breath
drip drops of sweat
and rain.

Sock stays out late
playing with shoe
hunting for leaping cows
silver moons
running cups
tarnished spoons

No curfew.

All night
No light
at the perfect pause
madness arrives
twins in hand
people start looking
strangely familiar.

the fog is dense
the haze is thick
legs moving like yarn
in split pea soup

slow
if any
at all.

See
Spot steal
My run.
Sally grins.

Fragmented thoughts bursting
down the road
a subject
dragging a predicate
without any agreement

Charge!

The sale is rejected.
My body does not approve.

No sail means no speed.
The steps saunter on
a determined pace
to the beat of
someone else's song.

Dodging the red pen
splashed across
hamstrings and calves
ice and blue goo
invited to play tag

shoe?
impressed.
sock?
not so much.

rest showed up
to referee the fight.

Sock is not going back
into the bucket.

Fingers and lines crossed
on a bright sat day
as many pound
'round circles
squares and
bold dotted lines

The same question
asked anew
between the Cane
and the Gables--
Just who slew who?

Prison Brake

2011-05-15T10:59:00.000-07:00

She was parented in a way
that influenced her perception
of her choices.

She was grieving the loss of a love.
War has many victims.

There is always
an underlying emotional crisis
that facilitates drug use.

Protecting an old lover
was an act of
misguided loyalty.

She wasn't taught
that breaching the law
has dire consequences.

Everyone seemed so sure
that her lawyer
could be trusted
and the judge
would be lenient.

Turns out, they were all wrong.

Her parents, who forbid
certain clothes and music,
were ultimately balanced
by a grandfather who
participated in her escape.

This entire situation
was improperly handled.

Changing your name
doesn't resolve
the underlying issues.

Her responses,
then and now,
are a cautionary tale
for her children.

Conservation
of Mass
is
The Law.

Because the meek
inherit the world.

Fine Print

2011-05-11T12:52:00.000-07:00

The difference
is always
in the details.

Butter Flight

2011-05-11T12:06:00.000-07:00

Like a phoenix
out of the
temporarily
grounded
ashes

Bow?
Wing?

Anyone?

Skeptic Tank

2011-05-11T11:54:00.000-07:00

A long standing
business relationship
tied to the release
of numbers and statistics,
detailing shocking amounts
of dollars

lacking sense

The acknowledgment
of a long brewing debacle
as revealed by an employee
holding a whistle

now making cents

This is nothing.

More than
a big coincidence.

Black sheep connection
sending Chicken home.

To roost.

No Job? No Cry.

2011-05-11T11:42:00.000-07:00

Exercise your options.

Sugar Stan

2009-02-27T14:06:00.000-08:00

By Giggles Anderson

He was the most striking man Deffy had seen in her life. Utterly shaken by his presence, she decided to sit in her car. Searching for cash for a car wash. One, two, found a five so that’s seven.

"I should have another five dollar bill in here," she muttered as she watched him through the front window of the store.

It was as if she could see a warm mist drifting from his soul. He glowed. Vibrated even.

Nine Dollars. “Good enough.” she declared to no one in particular when she lumbered out of the Imperial Jade soove.

He was leaving just as Deffy moved towards the entrance. He held the door and simultaneously noticed her license plate.

“You’re a lawyer?”

She stared across his face as though she was a five year old speaking cautiously to Jimmy, her elementary school janitor at 7:00am. Jimmy’s the first one there, and without the Principal or any other adults around, the early bird with the T broom creepily enjoyed both perceived and actual power.

“Yes. I went to law school at UM”

“Really. My brother played for the Canes. I’m a Tarheel myself. Do you have a card?”

Deffy’s chest heaved as she pulled a business card out of her bag.

“You’re a Lawyer? What kind of law do you practice?”

“Business Law.”

“Oh, what are you doing here?”

“I’m getting a car wash.”

“Why don’t you do it yourself?

Deffy just looked at him without responding. She was trying to imagine if his body had any tattoos, scratches or scars. She doubted he had any significant markings.

He looked like he was the one who scarred people.

Impatient, he asked after a pause, “You don’t do any child support?”

“No. Do you need child support help?”

“No. But it’s always good to know a lawyer. I will give you a call.”

He climbed into his 850 li and she watched as he eased out of the parking lot.

Deffy entered the store wondering what to expect from a man who lies about his child support, promises to call, but hadn’t offered to wash her car.

A clean soove carried Deffy to a week of work before she heard from Stan.

He called exactly one week later. Almost to the minute. It was flattering in a sweet tempered, charming faced, serial killer way.

He was not just controlling. He was effective.

He made the moment they met matter a little more. Stretched it out for another dose.

And she went along for the ride.

They spoke about nothing in particular. They spoke frequently. About nothing. It’s not that he wasn’t interesting.

Deffy wasn’t paying attention.

She was so taken by his form, his charm, their chemistry.

He would speak and her thoughts, if revealed, would certainly provoke ostracism from proper folk who took care not to stare at moving crotches and motionless lips.

It was nothing like she expected. Deffy always thought she would recognize her Soulmate when he arrived. This man sitting with her, she felt him.

He was pulsating through her like an exposed section of Christmas tree lights in the moist mouth of a mesmerized toddler. But, make no mistake, he was nothing she recognized.

She had never traveled this road before and maybe that was a good thing.

Mother wisdom

2009-02-27T13:20:00.000-08:00

By Giggles Anderson

One of my better friends, a Que living in South Carolina, thinks that event dates are as childish as signing a no money down, interest-only, quarter-million dollar mortgage loan when your annual income is around $50,000.

I say event dates are not as disastrous.

He thinks I ought to be talking to Man in a hypnotically candlelit restaurant on the first interview date.

He keeps saying “it’s not about just you, you do realize that right?”

Bruahahahahahahaha. Not about ME? Bruahahahaaha.

Yes, I laughed for a long time.

This from a man who also thinks a first date involves body butter, glitter, and grape jelly.

Why was he clowning me for wanting an interactive and stimulating event date? He asked, “why I was so hung up on meeting around 6:00pm. If my fairy Godmother told me that my car is gonna turn back into a tomato after 6pm.”

No, SHE didn’t, but my ACTUAL Mother rod-trained me to get home before 10:00pm, school night, or weekend. As I grow old and more rebellious, I have not departed from this, despite years of therapy at about $150 an hour.

As an adult, I can see her wisdom.