She plopped down next to me
Blocking me in for the duration
Of the train ride

This large, evil force
Unbeknownst to herself
The seat will smell of her for days

Try to brush it off the sweatshirt
Smell the book
Look out the window

She keeps reaching for her change
Making sure she has enough money
'Hammond'
She says
That's twenty minutes
But it feels of hours

A cigarette falls out on one
of the attempts to check the change
Making sure she has enough money
To get to that recliner
Or soup kitchen

She breathes outward and inward
As she catches her breath
Audibly sighing as if the lungs are unfamiliar
With physical exertion
This evil woman taking up two seats
In the two seat aisle
She falls asleep
The sweat excretes

She wakes up
Politely apologizes
And heads home
The seat will smell of her for days
I have to move away

Consuming smells
That take my thoughts
I am not an upstanding citizen, Miss
No one apologizes here

Cumulative effects of stress
I think about where it goes
Where I will be sitting
In what doctor's chair
Haven't got many colds
My hair hasn't fell out
Heart is still beating
Maybe it will be some form of cancer
As retribution for putting the body
Through the limits
There has got to be some kind of karma
Some kind of lead weight
I can't come out disease free
The body it eventually breaks

Peeking into houses
Trapped in 1950
Intricate lacing
Soft light and marble lamps
Their homes time capsules
Vessels in time
Waiting for their owner's death

Mother Nature must be teasing me
When I want you cold
You are hot
When I want you warm
You are freezing
When I want to see some rain
The ground parses for moisture
When you are just right
I don't notice
 

Stoicism is really only talked about
When an outside force is too much
It was popularized and some say formulated
By a guy who was at the time
The leader of half the world's population
I wake up and it is October
I get lonesome

I forgot to write this very thing
And upon writing it
Fourth dimensions open
And what I say could ring

...true

It's all leftovers anyways
From my wrinkled member
the brain the brain
I press my head to this device

...osmosis

The brain dry heaves
Write it all down
There are gaps

42.Write an ELEGY for a past moment ( 4 pts)

It was easier to live a life of boredom than dealing
With the crushing blow that it could all go away with a snap.

It was a corpse.

There was nothing surprising in that. Yet they found it and buried it with a direct and noble somberness. Those that bury wait for 'snap' that never came, they just got to watch and it made them old, not just elderly, but old. Those snaps that play in soundtracks that slowly beat in the back of one's mind, until they become too much and you have to disconnect in a way or another.

This lead weight, he sits, these arms that flail around as they moved him. They couldn't figure out the cause of death, most just assumed it was old age. No autopsy was performed, the county was trying to cut back on expenses and there weren't enough trained coroners in all of Florida to keep up. They had a cermony for Earnest P. Merriweather, but no one showed up.

40. Write a STORY about elderly people coming upon something curious. ( 5 pts)

He had to be let go, he was torturing the whole place, threatening to sue with every turn. Every day was a flinch and every action was weary. His kind drank beer on Saturdays at the local joint, the ones remaining that is, and rooted for Notre Dame. He was earnest, stubborn and unveiled a wiry humor under his scraggly beard while a beaten grin would form on his face. 

I knew him while I was an assistant and then as his boss giving him false confidence in my clemency. That I somehow would be able to resist the environmental factors and pressures that were bestowed upon me. Where the guy you once knew goes away. That I was an idealist in the end and not a pragmatist, as all business owners end up the latter in the end. 

He had to be let go, he was torturing the whole place, threatening to sue with every turn. Even after he left the threat was still vaguely there. Would he go quietly? He seemed to. He was earnest, stubborn and there was humor once.

Then he came back.

Wanting papers signed so he could retire. He told me to look elsewhere because who I was wasn't here. That wasn't me, that I had changed from who I once was. That I was an idealist in the end, not a pragmatist, everyone knows that. I go back to my desk and listen to a sonata as it repeats and builds. And then it ends. But it takes a while. And it makes you think of other times, when the turf was virgin. It smacks of regret but it only smacks lightly, with the luxury of when pure idealism and romance abound and I cannot move or think. He had to go but he hit while going down. He didn't even know it, he just mistook my clemency.

45. Write a FLASH FICTION entitled "Sonata" ( 4 pts)

What is so damn interesting about continuing the species anyways?

Everything leaves a husk
Everything leaves a husk

This is it

41. Write SOMETHING using the line " Everything leaves a husk." ( 4 pts)

The nests of bagworms can be out of anything really, maple leaves, juniper needles, arborvitae leaves, paper bags, parts of small animals...well not really but that is what character A thought. She was a tom boy and delighted in the crackling and popping of the bagworms as they writhed in their new nest of gravel and fire. Insert plot point.

And that is why you never use gasoline and how character A gained a scar. These nests seem benign and distant and we put them back when they have fallen. We try to keep the Robin's egg in there, but sometimes it falls out and cracks. End story here.

36. Write a STORY entitled " Nest" ( 5 pts)