Chinaski

The turntable was spinning
I was being chased
by a monster called “Ick”
I tried to run but was standing
on a sheet of ice –

Whenever the turntable made
a revolution “Ick” grew
bigger and stronger and my legs
would move faster and faster

Petrified, I ran into a bar
Evil clowns were bar keeps
and it was penny drink night
for elves and dwarfs

I heard a bum say:
“Another drink for all my friends”
I looked over at Chinaski still beaten from
the night before, and the night before that

Only this night he had money from selling
a short story to the Black Sparrow Press

Submitted: Ron Cervero