Rambling Rising

On the cusp of the abyss near the edge of the precipice. Wound so tight. Reigned in so well. Touching rage. Feeling the festering boil of anger that separates passion from something darker. Clearly muddled. Hearing drama chase itself up the tree. Reserving comment for what would spew forth would be disproportionate to the venting.

This is where I am. Dangling. Hung. Meant to feel all the movement and see catalysts, protagonists, antagonists, projectionists, contortionists, cartoonists, balloonists, buffoons, macaroons, legumes, pantaloons, bufferers, sufferers, and duffers.

This is where I learn.

Force fed. Jammed to capacity to test my veracity.

This is where pain meets pleasure.

Stand by for ram. You’ll love it. Most likely. In time. Given time.

This is where the globe is placed on my shoulders and I am dared to shrug.

This is where I go when I no longer resist, the urges persists, and I begin to insist.

This is Agony.

The line forms to the right.

Pick a card, any card. Put on your asbestos suit and hope it retards. Hoisted on your own petard. Reap all the rewards. That’s the point. The point of your own sword that snuck up when you were behind in payments. Now, that we have your interest…let’s crank up the voltage, press a new whine, and toast to the meal we are about to receive.

Skewers, anyone?

There are pitchforks in the corner.

Let’s throw another shrimp on Barbie and see how she handles it. All dolled up and no place to go. Hoe, Hoe, Hoe. Hidy, Ho. Show us your hiney hole. Tee up, drive it deep, and don’t bother keeping score. See you at the clubhouse. A few more holes to go and that we will compare notes.

Dangle. Jangle. Jingle, jangle. The bells are ringing and tolling and trolling and rolling down the hill with jack and Jill.

Up is down, inside is outside, and the cat ran away with the spoon.

Where’s my spittoon? Who’s a maroon? What’s up, Doc? What’s up with that? Who’s phat?

Take that and that and that and that. Splat. You, dirty rat. Rat-tat-tat-tat-that that. Rikki-tikki-tavi. Lucy and Penelope.

Who do you wanna be?

You can be all that.