Seen here are Peggy Dobbs, Gary, Derek and Thorn. We drank Sal under the table Oh libation-laden Literati! Sal Buttacuci has staggered into our contest, Wingnuts. I always thought St. Pauli was the mafia guy that got rubbed out in the Sopranos, but apparently not. Instead, she’s part of …
Seen here are Peggy Dobbs, Gary, Derek and Thorn. We drank Sal under the table
Oh libation-laden Literati!
Instead, she’s part of Sal’s harem.
A WOMAN WALKS INTO A BAR
Picture this. A vicious alley cat on its ninth go-around gets bagged, tied to a cinderblock, and dropped to the murky floor of San Diego Bay. Then, like a phoenix (or felinix) she rises to the surface reborn for life number ten.
Along with Sully, Clark, Dobbs––the nutty crew at AWWY pressed beer-belly up at Bar Rocker, I put away a blond harem of tall St. Pauli Girls till my heavy-lidded blood-shot eyes nearly miss her stagger into the haze. The cat is back.
My onetime love, joyously presumed dead, has returned looking every bit a Mary Shelley creation. Corinna, my former wing woman on nightly flights of passionate highs, ravaged now by wrinkles and booze, reeks of stale Tabu.
I’ll just have to wing it, I tell myself, but when I turn to my beer bros to share the bluesy news, my tongue trips into malatropian gibberish, “Sorn Thully, why mife!” to which Thorn laughs uproariously, spraying Bud foam in my ashen face.
Corinna’s long hair once cascaded in a coal-black fall, a sweep a la Veronica Lake patching one of her sparkling eyes. Now it’s gray-streaked, dirty, knotted, and those svengali eyes, absent of sparkle, stare vacantly ahead. The wicked witch of the West.
“Buy me a drink,” demands Corinna, but Thorn Sully points to me. Corinna’s memory is soaking in booze. She doesn’t recognize the man who once won her heart, then gave it back.
I point to Clark.
Salvatore Buttaci is an obsessive-compulsive writer whose work has appeared widely. He was the 2007 recipient of the $500 Cyber-wit Poetry Award. His poems, stories, articles, and letters have appeared widely in publications that include New York Times, U. S. A. Today, The Writer, Writer’s Digest, Cats Magazine, The National Enquirer, and Christian Science Monitor
His collections of short-short fiction, Flashing My Shorts and 200 Shorts, are available in book and Kindle editions at http://www.kindlegraph.com/authors/sambpoet
He lives the happiest of lives with his wife Sharon in West Virginia.