Cedric

September Stumbles into Fall

New Summer Work since the Publication of Satellites of Damocles 7/26

The Provost

So I’m in my office on a mid-May afternoon and it’s the end of the Semester during Final Exam week. My students are due in to pick up the evaluations of their Portfolios. So far there had been a steady stream in a sort of sporadic trickle.

From down the Hallway in the lecture Hall a more regular series of loudly slamming doors- the erythematic concussions were becoming more pronounced and equally annoying- Jarring punction – I grew curious just what the hell was going on.

Stuck my head around the corner down the hall- and saw a trio of Coeds enter the classroom and the evitable door slamming behind them. Obviously there was an Exam going on in there. I had taught in the room the past Semester and was aware the pressure stop on the door was blown. Hence the racket.

This routine went on for about the next hour- off and on

Break time- headed out to the meeting room w/ the balcony where you weren’t suppose to smoke.

Looked in sideways into the lecture Hall. It was nearly empty. Somebody had finally decided to prop the GD broken door with a chair at last. I noticed the professor up in front of the room- did a double take- was that him ?

On the way back into my office to pack up for the day I confirmed that indeed the professor now in the empty room was him.

So now I’m thinking- just go home- don’t do it- As I locked my door I didn’t have to the classroom again- could have taken the elevator or the stairs in the other direction.

I didn’t- walked by the lecture hall- He was alone packing up-

A brief conversation ensued-

Me- Sure glad somebody finally put a chair in the door

Him- yes a student thought of it.

Me- You’re the former Provost aren’t you ?

Him- Yes it was time to move on

(this was a lie the administration disappeared him for reasons unknown)

Me- Do you know who I am ?

Him- Yes- I’ve seen you around

Me- Did you know that decision you made not in my favor was the biggest disappointment in my 30 year Carrer teaching here

Him- Yes- We had to make some hard decisions.

I nodded in acknowledgment and left the room kicking the chair

Out of the doorway and the slamming thud was deafening.

5/26

Mexican Brown Bats Transmission

Two Weeks later the Blue Car reappeared in the Driveway

By Rader/Sonar after the Vermian without wings gnawed all the wires

Off the transmission. They were very tactile and hungry little sons of bitches-

800 bucks later the Bat got in the house circling the living room at midnight

I was cold stone sober and half awake the goddamn thing had a wingspan of

Twelve inches and I’m suddenly Ray Milland in lost weekend with a broom in my hand swinging away- thought I nailed him-

Laid back down @ 3 AM- It came back circling around my heads – retreated up stairs to a locked bedroom door.

Next morning I hunted the bastard down with my sister’s tennis racket and wacked his ass into the curtains in the hallway with crack/SLPAT

Very few humans will have anything to do with you anymore

However except for the vermin – they love your ass

8/26

July Shorts 26

If my name had been Nip Kneebo and looked like a classic 80s Tom Shelleck

Things might have been different at my Poetry Readings. Who knows Laura SanGiacomo Thought I was Quigley down under might have published my worthless work and fucked me besides.