The least of these

TO SENTENCE
Lamb’s wool is nice, Judith thinks.  You don’t have to worry too much about the black sheep with that
Adamantine grin.  The man is so handsome, her spectator can’t get him out of her mind.  You didn’t
Demand comprehension.  We didn’t want anyone to understand.  It was simply placement.  We are not
Understood, nor are we there yet; for there is a certain destination.  Paris is not the destination. 
New Delhi is not the destination.  The team leaders are playing around with prejudices, making fun of
Laughter itself.  It is neither lean nor fat, to talk about what isn’t a thing as though that would solve
Intemperateness.  Surely abstraction is not a thing for the judge today.  He must notice the subtleties.
Great gobs of fire are standing aloofly like the mysterious lanky bachelor that no one knew there but
The masses were aware of and curious about.   Now the number of the population fluctuates.  Judith
Struts down the lane like a tomboy looking for the little boy.  She is a girl and wears knickers.  Sam is
Out in the street waiting for Halloween.  Sam is the little boy with too many letters.  The chickens are
Roosting in the henhouse laying eggs.  Patsy is calling out from her window in the library down into a
Dirty street below before paths were paved in the gravelly city.  Paris thinks this a grand idea, to
Ingrain the ingrates with stock phrases and meta-narrative.  Patsy thinks it a work of genius to freely
Nick the countertop with thumbtacks, they needed a new one anyways, not free association.

SENTENTIOUS

Nancy had to have a book for class tomorrow.  She was overwhelmed with the number of books
In the library.  When she went to look for her keys they were nowhere to be found, of course
Maybe she should have thought to look in between the sofa cushions before entering into a rage
Like some wild, ferocious beast.  She couldn’t get anywhere in this town without a car. 

Andrew wanted to go home.  It was cold outside and he had come straight from school to the park.
The sky outside was gray and it did not brighten his spirits to be stuck in the gym after skipping lunch.
Surely his mother would be there with the other mother’s.  High school was too much.  He was tired of
Making excuses for needing a car, but the insurance was too high and his parents could not afford to
Experiment with their meager budget and have him risk his life in the process. 

Nancy is Andrew’s sister.  We don’t know if she is older or younger and we don’t care.  That is because
Upwardly mobile business partners in the United States are thinking that they are getting ahead. 
Pretty soon, the economy will re-crash itself and cash itself in for some pocket change for pinball.
Accountants keep the books by the New York Stock Exchange, or some do in a nearby high-rise building.
Clocks tick incessantly except for the digital eradication of such tick-tick tocking as Hook found to be
Horrible and wouldn’t have any problem with whatsoever.  We are preparing to dress up the Prince.
 
SENTIENCE
Christina sees Charles as the most beautiful man in the world or one of them.  When she thinks about
Overrated opinions, she knows her own is of him.  He would look lovely in an ermine frock, even he him-
Self had said it without actually saying it in some many profile pictures, just not afraid of self-glory.
His weaknesses she took to be his strengths; his strengths, of course his weaknesses.  This is her
Emulation and adoration of him.  He would is like a king of burnt offerings and other needless gifts.
Relationships take time she knows and can’t bother to put up with too many of them, she tells herself.
 
Charles is not different except by way of placement and gender.  The board has decided to crown him
Handsomely with books.  Each professor of the academy has given him a book from their own private
Immediate collection.  His library shan’t be scarce.  His library is superior to Christina’s in every way
Since she doesn’t give a hoot about the Women’s Movement and shakes the water from her diminutive
Hands instead of using a paper towel.  Now that the bathrooms have been renovated, the faculty can
Acquire a new blueprint for the tundra they are planning to convert into another set of Graduate Dorms.
 
SENTIENT
Mirabelle gathers bluebells by the river.  She remembers a picture of Holly Hobbit, such a pretty print.
Astilbe are feathery blooms in the shady forest grove which do not seem to overtake the shrubbery.
Rachel is waiting for Mirabelle beside the windy city.  Sampson is waiting for Matthew beside the metal
Garage door.  Someday they will take a train to Atlanta together.  The old boys joke around a little but
In June no one is singing their tune, just the blues like the bluebells Mirabelle gathers.  It’s not a ditty
Seraphim can care too much about while Mirabelle talks of heaven.  Rachel walks along the lakeside
Hailing Mary with her rosary beads, saying ten prayers in succession.  They find someone to give a dam.

SENTIMENT

Rudely the music blares on.  She had forgotten to close her window but it didn’t matter.  Here this room
Exudes all things psychotic.  Mirabelle must get out of the frame, for she is no one anymore, not herself,
Gruesomely not anyone else either.  Her acquaintance can’t take it anymore.  Feeling have heightened.
Emotions have gotten so ugly muted with emoticons that everyone must leave the set.  The table is not
Someone’s old television.  The current century hasn’t quite made it to teleportation yet, but Star Trek
Has ceased to be innovative.  Instead, Captain Kirk prays for Mirabelle to call Rachel for another mission.

Stars have seemed to form into blocks of ice in her goblin mind.  Zombies have seemed to walk off the
Edge of the Earth.  Where is Mirabelle but at her desk or in a room somewhere.  She has no fear of being
Noticed in public.  The new bands are too juvenile and their hair is too florescent.  Her favorite flavor of
Tea comes in an iced version that she can get from Rachel’s favorite go to place for a lunch break. 
In December, the Christmas trees will be out again.   No one in the city is sure how many there will be
Marketing the corner like some forestry parade, but the city dwellers are glad for the reminder of true
Evergreens.  Mirabelle is hoping to find some garlands at Walgreens, but is dismayed to find that they
Never carried them on their shelves.  She doesn’t think she can bear Christmas shopping anymore.
Too many options and too many stores make her quite tired of that scornful death she calls Santa’s coal.
 

 

Reviews

[Jack Wolfe]

First let apologize for the amount of time it took me to get to this. I’m always behind on my reading. In the future, if you could bump the font up a bit, it would make for an easier read.

He would is like a king of burnt offerings (this line tripped me up)

This was an interesting format, and can be interpreted a number of ways, first the external, a social outlook of diversity and ever changing—collective thought a myth, regardless of surrounding circumstances; but then we can also turn inward; the internal perspective of one dissociative mind, creating a kaleidoscopic image of society, or a singular outlook of the disconnected psyche. I’ll stop her before I start rambling, as I’m known to do, but I’m now pondering, thank you.