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Duncan
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0 posted 2003-02-14 09:33 PM



I always did seem
to walk into the damnedest
situations at Iambe’s,
when I was only lookin’
for Jake and a beer.
Made me wonder,
every time
what I’d been thinkin’,
leavin’ the river.

When I pulled up and saw Dillon
dancing on the porch,
I just smiled
and enjoyed the view,
until the sound of wood
splintering
echoed through the house.
I started,
Dillon didn’t miss a beat,
then or in the silence that followed.
Quickly as it’d fallen, the stillness broke,
screen door flew open and
someone flew out.
Konrad?  Couldn’t be.
Hell, Konnie never moved
that fast in his life.
Just never was in a hurry
to get anywhere, I guess.  
But today,
well, he sure seemed to be movin’
for all he was worth.
I couldn’t help but wonder
whether the ghosts
were ahead or behind.

Konnie out of sight,
I noticed a man
still holding the screen door open,
but didn’t recognize the face.
From the look of the old truck
parked in front
he was most likely in need
of some temporary fix,
just to get her back on the road.

Not sensing it smart yet to go in,
I lit a cigarette, turned the radio on low
and waited to see if anyone else
came runnin’ through the door.
Dillon had moved to the porch swing,
and all was quiet again.
But something wasn’t right,
some force had shifted in the universe
and a chill went through me
as a sudden low rumble
shook overhead.
I closed my eyes, reflexively
and waited for the flash.

I opened them just in time to see
the old truck pulling slowly
onto the road,
and the man who’d held the screen door,
driving.  He nodded his head
in absent greeting, as he passed.
It was several seconds
before I placed the face.

……..


Iambe had passed out on the porch swing
one night that summer,
an old crumpled picture in one hand,
bottle of Scary Smooth in the other.
It had been my misfortune
to walk onto her porch the next morning.
I didn’t see her, asleep on the swing,
didn’t even sense her presence.
I stepped, a board creaked
and she was on me
like mad on the hatter.
That stinkin’ booze
drenching us both as she swung
the bottle towards my head.
I ducked and she fell, the momentum
of her swing, taking her down.

All Jake saw as he walked, still half asleep
through the front door, was Iambe fall
and my stupid ass, laughing at her.
As his fist approached my face,
I swear, she was smiling.

Even down, she always won.
Even if a man wasn’t in love with her,
if he’d looked into her eyes, just once,
he knew losing wasn’t so bad, sometimes.
When it was Iambe who won,
everyone was happy.

Sitting there where I’d fallen
and still a bit uncertain why I’d been punched,
I tried to focus on Iambe’s figure
moving unsteadily towards the alley out back.
The empty bottle of Scary Smooth
lay on the porch in front of me.
Something else was in her hand now.

Jake walked over and leaned against
the porch railing next to where I sat,
neither of our eyes leaving Iambe.

She grabbed a branch and tearing a hole
in the top of the photo, she hung it there
at eye level.
Turned, walked the paces her mind had counted
to settle some imaginary score, turned again
and fired.
Six shots, dead center.

And so, when I’d held the photo later,
the man had no nose.
I looked at Jake, waiting for him
to say something, anything
that made sense of the morning.
But all he’d said was,
‘His name’s Travis.  Old friend of mine.
She gets this need of him sometimes.’
And neither of us ever mentioned it again.

………

So, when he nodded, it took a few seconds
for me to fill in the nose
and the rest of the blanks.
But it was him alright, the man Iambe used
for target practice.
Now that was a man, whose hand
I’d like to shake.


[This message has been edited by Duncan (02-15-2003 04:24 PM).]

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the_loner_23
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1 posted 2003-02-14 09:40 PM


I really liked this

Cold hands means a warm heart

garysgirl
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2 posted 2003-02-14 09:51 PM


Very exciting, Duncan....I'm loving these stories....

"Love makes the world go around"
~~with love and hugs from Ethel~~  
                  

Janet Marie
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3 posted 2003-02-14 09:52 PM


Wow loner!! you must be a speed reader...
you read this long poem and replied all in one minute after your last reply post time on inkedgoddess's post.
How do you do it??


Dunc...I'll be back...Im a slow reader and typer..Im a left handed moth you know

Sunnyone
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4 posted 2003-02-14 10:00 PM


What a great story!!!!  Just a great, great story, and it kept me going to the end! Nice one, my friend!

A truly happy person is one who
can enjoy the scenery on a detour!

regards2you
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5 posted 2003-02-14 10:19 PM




"the man lambe used for target practice...."

I love this entire episode. Very well done.

Enjoyed greatly, Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
        "Desiderata"

Sunshine
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Listening to every heart
6 posted 2003-02-14 10:26 PM


Duncan...you never, ever let us down...

never!

Thank you, for taking all the characters, their attributes, their idiocyncracies...and blending them as smooth as the scary stuff...

Janet Marie
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7 posted 2003-02-15 01:09 AM


Not sensing it smart yet to go in,
I lit a cigarette, turned the radio on low
and waited to see if anyone else
came runnin’ though the door.
Dillon had moved to the porch swing,
and all was quiet again.
But something wasn’t right,
some force had shifted in the universe
and a chill went through me
as a sudden low rumble
shook overhead.
I closed my eyes, reflexively
and waited for the flash.
================================

All Jake saw as he walked, still half asleep
through the front door, was Iambe fall
and my stupid ass, laughing at her.
As his fist approached my face,
I swear, she was smiling.

Even down, she always won.
Even if a man wasn’t in love with her,
if he’d looked into her eyes, just once,
he knew losing wasn’t so bad, sometimes.
When it was Iambe who won,
everyone was happy.

===============================

She grabbed a branch and tearing a hole
in the top of the photo, she hung it there
at eye level.
Turned, walked the paces her mind had counted
to settle some imaginary score, turned again
and fired.
Six shots, dead center.

And so, when I’d held the photo later,
the man had no nose.
I looked at Jake, waiting for him
to say something, anything
that made sense of the morning.
But all he’d said was,
‘His name’s Travis.  Old friend of mine.
She gets this need of him sometimes.’
And neither of us ever mentioned it again.

………

So, when he nodded, it took a few seconds
for me to fill in the nose
and the rest of the blanks.
But it was him alright, the man Iambe used
for target practice.
Now that was a man, whose hand
I’d like to shake.
======================================
You built this up like a summer thundestorm...
I LOVE the fade to a flash back in time...
and the way you brought it full cirlce...
very very cool...
and the part about Iambe shooting the pic...
brilliant!!!
Cant wait till the Capt sees this story line.
bout time Jakes side kick showed up...
hes gotta have someone to hang out with when Travis and Iambe are off at target practice

BluesSerenade
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By the Seaside
8 posted 2003-02-15 01:14 AM


Love your view from the porch Duncan!

lambe is a heartbreaker...
hot damn that Travis anyway!

Good stuff you're all writing!


passing shadows
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9 posted 2003-02-15 03:35 AM


geez...I'll have to come back or print this out...whew!
Bill Charles
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highways, & byways, for now
10 posted 2003-02-15 12:53 PM


Ducan - loves dat Scary Smooth, m'mmmm, smooth it is...

BC

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Gaia
11 posted 2003-02-15 06:07 PM


You've been having some late night fun again? LOL, is someone after you again?
Sunkissed
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12 posted 2003-02-15 07:02 PM


Well done, Duncan.

*smiles*

Sunkissed.

Cpat Hair
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13 posted 2003-02-16 01:47 PM


Well now... isn't that just a kick in the pants... shot up the picture.. damn...

Duncan... you tell a mean story...and your take on the characters as well as the way you built the tensions is masterful! Excellent work my friend...I like this side of your writing... very much like it.


Enchantress
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Canada eh.
14 posted 2003-02-16 02:17 PM


Duncan...you did this fantastically!
Carried right along with the characters..
wondeful story...
Damn you're good!
~Hugs~

~ Trace my body with your words..
And in doing so, you touch my heart. ~

Connel
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15 posted 2003-02-16 02:19 PM


Cool poem. Enjoyed the read. Thank for sharing.

I wish to become a great poet some day, but it will only come in time. Til then, I shall write my poems, and wait.

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