On being tagged...

On being tagged by a virtually humourous & hopefully pretty woman, Ganja Turtle reacts…

At Pecos. One Afternoon.
As I enter and seat myself at Peco’s
seeking Thoreau’s aloneness
and respite from the pink slip
in my rucksack,
a voice to the left of my stool starts:

“THE 21ST CENTURY
IS A POWER HUNGRY BASTARD
THAT MANUFACTURES LONELINESS
& THEN MAKES US BUY
CATHODE RAY ROBOTS
-SELF ADMINISTERED EMOTIONAL BLOWJOBS,
THAT’S WHAT THEY ARE”

Laboured random breathing.
The elements of puking
fall into place
and a man follows them
thudding onto the floor.

And as I look around
searching for the fire exit
from this absurd afternoon,to the right of my stool:

“THE GRAPES OF WRATH WAS A
TRUE-BLUE FLUKE;
STEINBECK WROTE IT TO PAY OFF
HIS LANDLORD WHO THREATENED
TO CUT OFF HIS WATER SUPPLY
FOR UNPAID RENT”
- turns around, looks at me -
“YOU GET MY POINT????
WHY THE F*#@ DO YOU THINK
THEY NAMED A SEA SLUG AFTER HIM?”

And I wonder - why me?
I just came for a beer.

*** END***

Hero of the masses, since I don’t know anyone else who is as funny as you used to be, you are next  -  tagged with writing  a small fictional something that contains I, me, blowjob, grapes, random, power, loneliness, water, robot, and blue. Kindly enjoy!

IMITATING THE MASTER

Written when I was a junior manager; since then GT has reached new, inscrutable highs ;-)

DUPLICATE - Cubicle Love
© Ganja Turtle

I thought of killing myself because I am only a cubicled junior manager
      and you a woman who loves the Vice President with a seafacing corner room.

I don't care like I used to; I speak in meetings louder than I
      used to and I visit the tea dispenser just to stare at the setting sun.

When the computer resets itself and revenues are down and my
      pay hikes delayed, I think of you.


ORIGINAL - Bricklayer Love
© Carl Sandburg

I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
      and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.

I don't care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I
      used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.

When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the
      mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.

Resolutions for 2006

Thou shalt not put senti.Cheap senti or otherwise. Not online, not offline, not phone line.

Thou shalt read more Nabokov. Luminous angels with purple wings, here I come.

Thou shalt fit back into 32". Hello treadmill and sixpacks.

Thou shalt write and publish. Poetry/ prose/ even letters to editor should do.But do.

Thou shalt get 700+ in GMAT. All else be damned.

Er...Thou shalt write GMAT and not postpone it.

Thou shalt move to Bangalore/Chennai. Even though one will miss the sunsets and the fishing nets.

Thou shalt carpe the diem, festina lente and in vino find the veritas.

Thou shalt not practice fake Latin or write bad blogs for timepass.

GANJA is the new TURTLE!