A.G.E's Joint

A woman in ruby red shoes Out of place on the porch Blue smock and white pinafore Clutching a rabbits foot Older than the hills, younger than a baby Her story is to behold Long ago In a wheat field The storm blew, lifting her gingham skirts High above the rainbow A yellow brick road in the distance But it was not to be The slide formed Past the pot o'gold she went. Falling, Falling Landing with a bump On top of a blonde haired girl. "Oh, excuse me. She said, lending a hand Who are you?" Brushing the dust "Alice. " She replied "I'm hunting rabbit And, you?" "Dorothy. I'm running from an old maid." Alice frowned "Well, before you rudely dropped in Honey Bunny went left." Curious, Dorothy asked "Is it true what they say?" Alice smirked "Much more to the story Than officially told. I wasn't so innocent I was so bold. Peeking in...

    Thick steam rose from the pebbled pavement in front of Tom’s Tiki. Random rainbows scattered here and there in the slanting afternoon sun. It was another typical Orlando summer day, but the afternoon Turkish baths still amazed him. Beginning as thin wisps, the clouds would expand out of invisible extruders, growing larger and darker as the morning rolled on. Gestation was completed right after lunch and nature’s tears would blind all that could see. He had always heard your watch could be set by them, but it wasn’t until he had spent a full summer that he realized it was true. Paradise? It had been for a while.    The bar was almost empty. Disappearing diamonds adorned the few cars in the lot. Cars played red light chicken on OBT just beyond the curb. The rain had chased the tourists into an early siesta and the chained drones hadn’t been let out of their cages yet. A bored barmaid lazily dried glasses in preparation for the evening, her tattooed arm...