It wasn’t long before the Quick ran out of the room in a cloud of feathers and I starved myself on blue fingers all day just waiting for a train that naturally never came but the smoke was there in a bottle under the heavenly pie and I lifted the fat lady’s skirt but she wasn’t there and that threw me for a loop but the Quick came back with many marbles and delivered a speech and we all cheered and hollered and then it rained but only under the fat lady’s skirt.
I wondered where Jimmy was and as I looked around I saw them all slipping on the marbles and the Quick was laughing big, evil laughs and the floor was tilting away from me and, and, and...they were gone!
I saw Jimmy in the undergrowth outside the window but he couldn’t hear me as I yelled, “Belief is a splinter in the finger of mind!” but he couldn’t hear me I think and he popped open with a surprised kinda look on his face and his guts did a jig on the lawn. Funny.
"The Quick" by W.A.Davison was published in the Summer, 2005 issue of Taddle Creek. Davison's poetic writings were also featured in the Mercury Press anthology Surreal Estate (Mercury Press, 2004). #recordism #surrealism #prosepoem