Pick Me
by Steven Gowin
Strike me down hard, explode H-bombs, knocked on my keister, blind me down with Him, oh Lordy Lord.
And that little seed, little Holy Bug in there, sprouting up all Jesuzzy in Bebee Lee Le Blanc, lumberjack and hydroponics sales, Laytonville Seed and Feed, that little bud will walk the earth again, a Holy Grace.
So what if I'm a man, a male of the species? Our Father Who Art in Heaven Hallowed, what do you care? Mary said nothing about nothing, dopey tweener, air head, too simple to keep that fool Joe from all up in her knickers. So why not me?
Georgia Pacific brought Daddy up from Louisiana in 1973. But since the spotted owl and that shaggy arm pit, Butterfly Hill, nothing's right in the redwoods. Growers is alls that's helped, see. If the Feds left off with the raids, business might pick up. But for now, everybody's moved to Santa Rosa and points south.
Boozing's what's all left to do around here is, and used to be you could choose between Boomer's and Red's Recovery Room. But Red's went bust, and I never much liked that Boomers crowd. That son a bitch, Billy McQueen, pissed on me once in the can in there; it was fight or flight. Well, I'm no scuffler, so I walked.
I thought of becoming a mean son a bitch myself, peeing on people like McQueen did or vomiting on the street, but that's not for me either, see. So I'm presenting myself to You, the Exalted on High. I am a peaceable type, like You like.
A baby'll always have a smile and gurgle for BeBee Lee Le Blanc. Even got a name picked out: Jesus Junior, or if she's a girl, Eloise. I'm ready to be Mother of God. And if it's what You're worried about, I am still a virgin.
So come on Your Everlasting Glory, shoot it on down. That's right. There You go. Shake the earth; rumble the core; freight train coming; in the ear bolt of blue.
Lay it on. It's me. It's me. It's me, oh Lord.
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Author's Note
Work has kept me hopping, and I haven't been writing much or reading much. I hope this helps re-spark my writing life.
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Strange in a good way.
I've read this at least five times now (which is a good thing).
The speaker is male, Snooky's female, but the speaker is a virgin/ready to be the mother of god again?
"So what if I'm a male of the species."
Ok. I think I get it now...
;-)
I can't even begin to follow this, but I love the intensity of it.
This is out there...and I like.*
Fresh. I like it.
Felt like cheering (for some quirky reason) when I read "like you like". I really like that, and the rest. *
One crazy piece. You hooked me with "BeBee Lee Le LaBlanc." *
"Come on your Everlasting Glory, shoot it on down. That's right. There you go. Bolt of blue lightning; shake the earth; rumble the core; freight train coming. It's me, it's me, it's me, oh Lord."
Yeah!
A bolt from the blue. *