Title: Like an Automotive Stone
Subtext: And it stoned me.
Date: 24 May 15 (Sunday in the AM)
Time: Less than a minute
Replies: 6
Revisions: 10
Publicity: Workshop

The box was shaking with the Ultimatte® Blues.

With Lavon breaking in our shoes.

Getting by between the beach and the pool,

And buy-backs by noon,

At the Autobahn Saloon.

Where you don’t have to be alone.


Second Sticks in which we lighten the mood,

With lowly sickly moves.

This boyish chick spit up like she was christening mooks,

Wasting all of that booze.

Like an automotive stone.


There’s a chain gang hopeless thing chant that we both know.

It goes, “you can march off unexposed or I can take you home.”


Falcon » Authorship
Falcon » 9:41 PM 24 May 15
Falcon » 3:20 PM 24 May 15
Elk » 10:42 AM 24 May 15

The Thread (6)

 Author's voice in grey. 

  1. Greek — enjoyable Greek, as all Falcon Greek is, but Greek.

  2. Agreed. I like all of it but understand little, in the usual sense. But it does tap into something somewhere in my brain I only sometimes have access to.

    Favorite line: “Wasting all of that booze.”

    And a nice excerpt. It’s the Van Morrison time of year.

  3. “Like an Automotive Stove”?

    I don’t know why it would, but maybe it should.

  4. I’d probably go for some tofu scramble and home fries right now if the skillet was gonna come to me.

  5. Buy-backs by noon at the Autobahn Saloon. Echoing the above, I don’t know what this means, but I like it.

  6. Only nearly three years later did I get this — a good laugh stowed away for that long. For those playing along at home, it refers to this, which has its own latent laugh in it, too.

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