Schubfachprinzip Bar #3 (Fragment #026)

I was sitting on the box, sipping cold beer, when suddenly something rustled under me. I almost jumped out of my skin with surprise and spilled beer onto the counter. Damn!

Someone began to guffaw. I scowled and was going to give a rebuff, but this loud rustle repeated. I slipped off the box and cautiously peeped into a round hole on the side. There was something white inside, like a big rat or a rabbit. I looked through a hole on the other side. A pigeon! Aren’t they flyers? How on earth could someone cage a poor bird into such a stuffy, dark box? A big poker-picture on the side of the box said ‘Kuckuck Circus’. Of course. That was a given. A circus.

I stood straight up and looked about. The bar had suddenly lost its charm. It was as if someone had twitched the festal cloth off a table and bared its true, smeared and scratched ugly surface.

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017

MS. POPELICK’S HOME FOR PECULIAR ANIMALS

do you remember that fateful day when
ms. popelick’s pet creamery got closed down?
she said, “screw your amen!” and scratched her head
capped as it was by a poppylike crown

you see, what she made tasted so damn good
her processed swirls of sweet death in cones
soused and canned sainthood, and of course
the chef’s specialty, fudge wishbones

she’d grind them up while strumming flesh smoothie
those soft-serve critters gave the church a bad name
animal rights stoogies sued and poked fingers
to stop the cruelty, debauchery, and shame

but she flicked the bean, forced the beasts to sign away
their status as fauna with pawprint, hoof and fluke
veggies for the tray, to dice, salt and roast
then she changed the signboard, and no one could rebuke

MS. POPELICK’S ETHITARIAN KILLING PLANT

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016