Hey, y’all.. I’m headed out on the road again. Hopefully, it will be the last time for a while. But who knows? It’s funny how life can go along pretty much the same for years, and then in a span of a few months, it all changes. The changes are exciting, though.
If I can find a motel with internet access, I’ll hook up tomorrow and chat with you. If not, I’ll see you when I’m online again. I hope you all have a beautiful week.
If I were to really disappear, there’s a good chance that I’d be hiding in a cave somewhere…stockpiling canned goods and wearing a tinfoil hat. But you never know.
.
Shop Gossip
Julie Buffaloe-Yoder
If I suddenly
vanish,
don’t believe
what the
managers
in the shop
will tell you.
.
I did not run away
with Gator Jonson,
hop a steaming train
to New Orleans,
get filmed for
Girls Gone Wild,
drink myself into
a stupor, leave
Gator at the beach,
run off with
a busty redhead,
lose her to some
fat chick at
Misty’s Diner,
hitchhike to
California,
or throw myself off
the Golden Gate
bridge.
.
Go look
in the back of
a greasy shop
in rural Ohio
inside a drum
of muriatic acid.
.
The good ole boys
don’t know jack
but they do
have lots
of friends.
.
.
Ouch!! That’s a little bit like a really bad war zone. I know something about war zones, at least the ones where it’s the jokers here at home. You have to really piss them off and mostly that means taking their money or threatening their income or freedom in some other way. Are you rattling serious cages??
It’s an excellent poem fully up to your standards, as long as I can not take it too much for real.
(((((Julie)))))
Have a safe trip, Julie.
Well.. There’s no use to even ask them at the shop, I’ll just go look in the drums…
Talk to ya on the flip side…
Have a good trip!
Hope you’re trip is enjoyable and not just for work.
Enjoyed the whimsy in your poem.
(Thank you for your comments on mine. They are greatly valued and appreciated!)
hey stranger
when you get email me–talk about Not Your Bitch–The Poetry Series
have beuatiful time, better cave with no connection but to the universe.
nothing like a sudden leave for unknown places.
Wow (((SHUDDER))). Yes, have a safe trip…….this is scary, this poem, very good, of course it is, you wrote it, and you’re the best, but scary……….take care, you hear?
Yikes Julie! Have a safe trip. Can’t wait to see what the road inspires in you.
Safe journeys!
I for one truly hope you don’t vanish, Julie. Some of us folks out here just might feel compelled to go looking for you! Safe travels!
I’ll wear my tinfoil hat in solidarity.
enjoy the road…
how cool. good times with people! i liked the bit about girls gone wild. 😀
You’re the master!
Have a great time!
Aww…don’t go! No, I understand. Anyway, this poem is so YOU. love you girl, and take care!
Have a good trip. We’ll all be here waiting your return.
Great poem. You had me going, thinking it was a romp, and then..bam! You know how to tell a story. You’re one of my absolute faves.
BTW, I just received a copy of poiesis from alternating currents! It’s fun to have an object with your name in it, something that came through the mail, a book I can hold, keep in my bag, read whenever I want to.
Have fun and come home safe and sound….
shop gossip is the best. not to be believed, of course….but for sheer entertainment, you can’t beat it. chilling turn there, though – please post soon and take the edge off. take care – say hi to gator – oh, wait…
Please be safe, Julie. There are undertones in this post, and, well, I can be such a worrier. 😉 But hey, I’m banking on the fact that you’ve mentioned that “[t]he changes are exciting, though.” So I know you’re on top of this. (hug) Blessings.
I haven’t heard the words “muriatic acid” in probably 30 years! (I don’t even know why I know it.)
I think it would be fun to hop a steaming train to N’Orleans!
I enjoy your work, immensely.
Kat
If you do make it to California — let me know I have some canned food —
You know I love this poem Sistah! You know it. Scary but real.
Don’t scare an old guy like that, Julie… be safe and I look forward to hearing from you soon. Be careful…
Traveling mercies to you!
No one ever truly disappears; There’s always evidence left behind, or the one person who knows the truth behind the disappearance.
Hey again, y’all. I’m at a laundromat…ha! ha! Still no internet, telephone, or washer and dryer. But the move went well. Thanks so much for all your kind words. Much love to you all. Will talk to you soon. I’m hoping the internet dude shows up tomorrow.
Errr…sorry about the tasteless, morbid subject. Yes, it was a joke. Not very nice, I know. Sometimes Evil Julie takes over the keyboard, and I can’t stop her.
I’d better run. The kids at the laundromat are yelling to get online. See you soon! -Julie
Don’t try to bury the cans. That’s how Ted K. caught in trouble (not to mention the damage to the environment).
Hope things stay well!
Crystal
Whew! Glad to hear your voice here! An award awaits you at my blog, when you are set up to come get it.
miss you!
You’ve vanished for much too long, Mom! Update soon! I need something to do when I get bored at work…
Hey, Amber Love! And hey, everybody! Sorry I’m such a jerk wad and not commenting here this week. Still sitting in the middle of a pile of boxes.
Amber, you made me laugh…ha! ha! I get a kick out of it when people read this while at work. Fight dah man! Just kidding, of course. Your boss is a good one.
I’ll post tomorrow or Saturday…promise. I’m all excited to get in Shoots and Vines, and I think it’s gonna be up tomorrow. Speaking of which, I need to link them up, so you can take a look. An awesome site. I’ll get my act together (yeah right) and tell you all about it. Thanks & have a beautiful day! Love & Peace & All That Happy Stuff
Gator Jonson? Girls Gone Wild? Busty redheads? Oh Julie, you are a classic. You make me laugh. This is fabulous.
What’s muriatic acid? It sounds deadly. I love it.
Hi, Michelle! I’ve been waiting for somebody to ask that one. Ha! Ha! It doesn’t make sense, does it? It’s actually in reference to an inside joke a friend and I had at work. I doubt inside jokes work in poems, but I had fun with it, so I figured what the heck.
Muriatic acid is hydrochloric acid (I guess…I’m not positive), but it was used in the shop where I worked as a cleaning agent. It’s highly corrosive. My friend and I used to wonder if it would dissolve bones. She’s an archeologist.
Our little joke was that the managers would kill me and get away with it, because my bones would dissolve in the acid.
Obviously, I know nothing about DNA testing.
I know murder is nothing to laugh about, but it was an awful place to work. We were trying to cope:)
Thanks so much for the kind words…and the laugh. You always make my day.