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jwesley
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0 posted 2011-08-07 01:19 AM



Riding The Greyhound: Spheksophobic
(from Boyhood Tales)

'I breathe the air you breathe
inhale the scent of you,
taste the morning as you did,
feel the touch of another's lips,
know the love of another day,
revel in the warmth of a lover's touch...'
I awoke!
With big grey dog's driver shaking my shoulder;
"broke down man, middle of nowhere,
going to get really hot in here,
probably be at least 3 hours before help comes.
Might want to get some air."
Air? I wanted to restart that dream,
right where it left off...but I do need to pee,
hmmm, and more.
Grey Dog had come to a halt
on the shoulder of some obscure highway
someplace between El Paso and Phoenix -
I know, I was leaving El Paso, going to Phoenix,
and it was hot, dry, sand crunching under my feet
as I stepped down from the door.
Just ahead of me, was the remains
of a heat-embalmed structure of some sort,
20 feet or so square, half standing, half falling down.
All dead - someone's home a long time ago;
knew that because there was the typical
quarter-moon shack, just as dead, a little to the left,
and nothing else - a place to maybe get business done.
Once inside, stifling as it was, it didn't smell;
desiccated, hard-pan gunk is odorless, I guess.
Dropped the necessaries, sat down - and that's when I noticed.
Wasps!
Looked like a hundred or so.
Eye-level (sitting down), just to the left of the door,
wings quivering, yellow and black bodies aimed,
all eyes, looking at ME!
My heart stopped! Totally! Completely! Stopped!
I was shackled at the ankles, bare-butted and
in a zero-humidity clime, starting to sweat.
I leaned to the right (natural reaction I assure you),
and all the yellow and black, pain inducing horrors,
turned to follow my lean.
Spheksophobic! Yep, that's me, instantly!
Scared to Death!
The door jerked open and I was staring
into the eyes of another guy's face that clearly said
he didn't know anybody was in;
a face that turned to Spheksophobic panic
as all those yellow and black terror inducing
bodies took wing and out the door they flew.
All eyes were on him running insanely toward
big grey dog; and me,
I got everything back in order,
stepped calmly from that old quarter-moon shack
and walked anywhere,
anywhere,
but back to that old Greyhound Dog.

wesley james beard, jr.
© august 2011



© Copyright 2011 Wesley James Beard, Jr. - All Rights Reserved
Alison
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1 posted 2011-08-07 01:24 AM


This is really good writing, Jimmy.

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BluesSerenade
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2 posted 2011-08-07 11:55 AM


You really take your readers along for the ride.  Love these tales you write so well.

So very much enjoyed, jwesley~

JL
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3 posted 2011-08-07 12:05 PM


I chuckled out loud as I was reading.  I made one of those trips similar to that from Livingston, Montana to San Antonio, TX back in 1981.  Lord, that was the longest most grueling experience.  Thank God it was in late winter.
I guess I could say, I feel your pain…
Great write J.

JL

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4 posted 2011-08-07 11:20 PM


I went from NYC to Seattle .. interesting to say the least.

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Michael
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5 posted 2011-08-08 02:38 PM


Once upon a time, a not so sane poet took a trip from California to Washington D.C. to visit with some other poet friends he had meant on the net.  I don't know what was more unforgettable... the convention, or the ride.  One thing I do know... I'll never go greyhound again.  EVER!

Well done.


Michael

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6 posted 2011-08-08 03:09 PM


You caught me good...
and I chuckled well...

thank you for the healthy read!




Martie
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7 posted 2011-08-08 03:52 PM


Jimmy...what a tale, or is that tail?  That boyhood of yours has had a few.  I have my own yellow jacket story here somewhere, but I didn't get a last minute reprieve like you did.  Much enjoyed...thanks!!
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8 posted 2011-08-09 01:52 PM


LOL... I love the tale and the telling... but people are going to wonder why chuckling sounds are coming from my cubicle! LOL

And I thought I had it bad, just riding from New Orleans to Atlanta... stopping at e~v~e~r~y little one-light town along the way!

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