The Stained Ceiling is Tired

by | February 2021 B (Day 2)

Diaphragm

Amputated hand.

Three times already.

For all I know.

Did you hear me?

I’m sure he was wasted.

You happen to be one of them.

Who me? Barely douse a bottle a day.

Three guys. Three different countries. The goddamn United Nations.

No plans to ever move to the country. Hell no

Jesus. You’re like a goddamn labyrinth. You haven’t a goddamn clue.

Off she goes. Tonight’s gonna be two bottles tucked away like roses.

Oh, now I see. You don’t want to hear about it, cheap bastard.

My suggestion: you need to work on language skills without lick of cursing.

What is it? The cash? Already paid. Isn’t that what we do for you fools?

Appalled at the pretense. Not boasting, but I’ve had drinks with the poet laureate of Muscogan.

Hollow on the inside, cornerstone of eminent meth brains of Oklahoma. Welcome to our lyrical.

Why do smug poets’ bluster on, demented enough to keep saying ‘just two more’.

May we joggle your pants a bit. Get back to the original arc?

A tractor got him. One reason to blast out of the countryside.

Punctured diaphragm and amputated hand fuel the steampits of junky poetry.

I’m laden with strong, urinals of desire for two Bourbons.

Here’s to the blistering ache of multi-blur frayed genitals.

Please, talk nightmares and nausea, impression and assumption.

Gram bag contours the cracked bathroom quotes.

The door; the knock; the knees.

Let sky blue peak gray.

The pawing was panicked.

Why shake now?

Makes sense.

Really?

8 Comments

  1. sara lippmann

    Oh Meg, You achieved the elusive SNOWBALL!

    YES. I love how this turned out. The distinctness of voices, the dark hilarity reminiscent of Beckett yet wholly Meg.
    (THE STAINED CEILING IS ALL OF US.)

    The flippancy of shift:

    Off she goes. Tonight’s gonna be two bottles tucked away like roses.

    And so many lines —

    I’ve had drinks with the poet laureate of Muscogan.

    Why do smug poets’ bluster on, demented enough to keep saying ‘just two more’. — I mean, I SCREAMED.

    You are a master at anchoring the absurd in honesty. YAHOO!

  2. Randal Houle

    Meg,

    Great response to the snowball form (seconding Sara’s notes). I have to say this one had me by the title. My reader mind is coming in with so many thoughts and neurons firing that the actual words start to give a sort of boundary but only so much, right. Great story within story within a form.

  3. Nancy Bauer-King

    Meg,

    This took me on a ride – a wave. I was taken at the form, of course, and the relationship story within. The word choice is great – feeds the narrator’s snark. The imagery of a punctured diaphragm is branded in my head now forever. (Used those damn things. Unpunctured. but Sperm found its way around it four times anyway.) Great closing beginning with “pawing was panicked.” Thank You.

  4. Todd Clay Stuart

    Meg, great title first of all. Im a sucker for anthropomorphism!

    And that titles leads to a deeply dazzling exchange. Some of the lines that dazzled me the most:

    Appalled at the pretense. Not boasting, but I’ve had drinks with the poet laureate of Muscogan.
    A tractor got him. One reason to blast out of the countryside
    I’m laden with strong, urinals of desire for two Bourbons.
    Why shake now?

    So many good lines. A story in every one of them. LOVED it!

  5. David O'Connor

    Like Pinter meets Lucia Berlin, love the ping-pong sounds back and forth, good rhythm, witty, danger-sharp and so easily hooked… would love to know how you did this… madness polished into a fine film!

  6. April Bradley

    From title to last word, this reels me in, Meg. The structure, and every line, every line is essential: welcome to our lyrical. Hearing you read this would be a feast. I’ve never read anything by you that isn’t brilliant, Meg. It’s a stunning pleasure to be here with you.

  7. Jonathan Cardew

    Absolutely fantastic! I loved the snippet structure, like snippets of conversation you overhear. And the way you return to the diaphragm and amputated hand to give the piece an anchor is brilliant!

    Thanks for sharing this! Send it!!!

    –Jonathan

  8. Jenn Rossmann

    Like overhearing a conversation reading this story made me lean in close to figure out its mysteries. and “joggle the pants” among so many other great phrases, wow. This is riding that razor edge between flash and poetry in a super compelling way. Thanks!

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