October 5, 2009

God Tweets His Prodigal

Formerly En Route Six-Sixty-Six, edited for possible submission someplace. I should have seen it before I sent it anywhere.

Forgive me, mine belov’d. It was mine DNA, or mine slip of tongue when speaking incarnation.What corrupt dipthong brought long thine feet at birth? Thine bifurcate toes fore’er en pointe? Thine short calves and thighmeat cantilevered upon high-broughten heels? Misbegotten one! Thine knees could not kneel even if so thou wisht. For all thine affliction, thou art gifted with music and rich shenanigans. I lov’st thou even when thine tests upon me tax me to the maximum. Still, I lov’st thou more than all who claimest to follow me. Thou wouldst play back mine faults in nasty acts. Thou art my greatest making. Leader of the leftmost! The side I’ll cast down one day hence. Why canst thou do what I sayeth? Stubborn kid! Devil! Ye gods! Thou makest me mad! Yield, beast! Yield! Look what thou hast made me do! Gomorrah’s now a smoking hole! When I said, “Let there be faun!” I meant “fawn.” Now we have…what? This shitty history? WTF?


  1. Sheila Ryan on October 5th, 2009 at 7:40 pm

    Rich shenanigans.

  2. Daryl Scroggins on October 5th, 2009 at 7:45 pm


    dang, son. that’s some channeled word energy there. puts the snow in yr eyes when yr pissin

  3. Deron Bauman on October 5th, 2009 at 8:40 pm

    good stuff.

  4. Cindy Scroggins on October 6th, 2009 at 8:51 am

    Rick, this tickles me pink.

  5. Rick Neece on October 6th, 2009 at 10:49 am

    *thanks, y’all*