Friday, April 29, 2011

Weeping Bean Spirits

     A white haired woman opened a wooden door and invited Lohbado to enter the kitchen, where a pot of beans simmered on a stove. In the steam rising from the pot, he saw dancing male and female demons, each filled with holes. They were holy spirits with many all-seeing eyes, which had watched over Lohbado since he learned to walk, the eyes he hid from during adolescent hormonal disruption and then the eyes he avoided, after his illusions were lost and he found himself in a dull, endless, flat gray plain, welcome to the real world.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Worms on Washcloth

A spacious room, glaring light, background music, the Chief Masticator served worms on washcloth during the Head Body Lesson at the Department of Regulation. Wipe the eggs out of your eyes. Don't fly off the handle. Buzz through tears in screen door. Bang bulbs. Tear buzz through screen bulb bang lightning light oxygen deprived cells, writhing retina, porous pupil. Tricky thick thinking, ignore intelligence. Don't ask questions. Eat what's on your washcloth.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Lohbado and the Three Beers

This is another post-apocalyptic tale, after angry factions wiped out over half the world’s population with nuclear weapons, not to mention environmental damage. Life was barely sustainable on planet earth during the apocalyptic century. Horrific loss of life resulted in a shortage of skilled workers to run machines and to operate computer software.

Monday, April 18, 2011


In the middle of having a drink and conversation, Lohbado caught a glimpse of his confused mind. To live in a state of confusion, to say and do the same sort of thing, day after day, suddenly felt painful and claustrophobic. He finished the drink and then went outside. He stood in front of the bistro and gazed down the street into the distance. He wished to be free from the hypnotic, mindless stupor of mental chatter.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

downhill uprising

Slippery slope down hill provides opportunity to rise up and climb. Climb to the top of that hill, offering a view of what lies below. Lohbado neither could, nor should, be taken in all seriousness and yet, it’s no joke. Rising up as opposed to falling down, resist the pull of gravity. Let there be resurrection from the bed.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

night crown

This story does have a happy ending, but it will take some time to get there, perhaps several posts over a period of weeks, months or even years. One has to survive the night, only to stagger through a series of days and nights, repetition. Put on the night crown and have a drink at the nocturnal Sea Breeze Bar.