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The Handlers & the Sherbet

By Randy Kime

The 4th of July a celebration message and countdowns in fireworks a message to get ready…..

A craft came down and filed us all into lines, we were given robes to wear. Mine was pink but the handler told me pink was the founding color.  Other people got different colors along with head wraps.
They brought us into a room that was of a green material that when you walked into, you slowly sank into it. Some people went under, I didn’t.
The material was weird, it was wet, a red liquid came around for us to drink and I did not hesitate, I wanted to follow the rules, not to conform, but for the experience. Going into the unknown has always fascinated me.
I heard some handlers to my right say in a tight group murmur “look at him, he goes with such confidence, Lets keep an eye on him.”  It made me feel good.
The woman told us all to remove anything we had in our mouths, I had gum but did not want to spit it out on the side of the “pool” I didn’t know what to do with it and wanting to follow the rules I swallowed it.  They asked again to make sure nothing was in our mouths.  I still had gum in my mouth.  This was weird, I just swallowed it.
I swallowed it again and and again and again. Was everyone having this issue?
A group of us got onto a bus and began to move through a town of huge buildings with neon signs, they told us to look for a sign called……
I looked with great concentration but I could only make out a few signs, one being “Twisters”.  I thought that I must try that out at some point. whatever it is.
We made our way into a higher elevation section of town and I could hear the driver and the handlers conversing about sticking to the strict deadline of getting us back on time .  Back to what?
The driver radio’d in and we could hear it echo through the bus.  “Are you going tonight?”  The other end responds “They are not here yet, so it may not happen.”
“OK we will take them to see”
The bus parked in a tight area.  They let us out.
It reminded me of a huge mall, we were then instructed by the handlers to get off the bus and single file all go into this one particular store.
I walked in and there was a woman in the back in a type of kiosk built into the wall. I could only see from her waist up.  She smiled and had a pleasant vibration.  She slide out a pamphlet with information on it.  I can’t quite remember what the info was about but I had questions about it.  Not concerning questions, but intriguing questions.
After a short time we were allowed to wander about this place. When we walked outside the “store” it was outside with buildings and street.  It was dark and I had the impression that I was being tested.  All of us where going through some sort of screening process.
I walked on the left side of the street to avoid any others.  It seemed to have just rained and the streets were quite with an eerie feel. The urge to look behind me was tearing at my back as I walked but something inside told me to continue.
I walked past an intersection and there was a guy standing there and I said “hello” in a bright way, he did not respond.  I said hello to everyone I passed trying to make eye contact.
The streets got brighter and people got friendlier.  A man pulled up next to me and said “Awe man, I loves the fours flavor”. Excuse me, I asked.  The … your holding in you hand, I like the flavor they have called ….  It is a mix of four flavors, If you ask for it , they will make it special for you. I looked down and in my hand appeared to me to be an ice cream cup with a light green type of sherbet. I wondered where it came from but before I could really think about it, I came into a crowd that was gathering.
I saw people from earlier in this day, from when we got our robes assigned and I asked them in a joking way how come they got a shirt and I got a dress.  “This is what they gave me” one replied “I am wearing what they gave me.”
The woman that had been on the bus as a handler was sitting at a long bar.  I approached her and asked her something … She seemed shocked.
”You seem to be taking this well” she said.
“I am up for new experiences especially if I can learn something new.”
She turned to one of the older gentleman handlers and said, “he seems to be a good one.”
She motioned to the person behind the bar and they slide an ice cream cup in front of me.  I did not have a spoon and I asked the woman if she could reach me a spoon out of the utensil holder.  She did and made a remark that I cannot make out.  I grabbed the cup and began to eat.  She said to me “ Now, be very careful,”  I interrupted her and finished her sentence and I said, “Because you can only face…” I scanned the area to get my bearings. and continued” East when you eat this”.
She had the look of utter amazement as she faced at the older man handler.
“Thats correct, but how did you know that?” she asked.
“I read the book” I said.
“the book?……Who wrote the book?” she asked.
I could not remember for the life of me who wrote the book, I have read a lot of books and all the covers and titles and authors flashed in my mind. it was on the tip of my tongue but would not come out.  She slide me a book off the table and said, “Here, if you like to read, read this.” It was a thick hard cover and I held it in my left hand.  It was heavy.
“What’s this” I asked.
“The book you read” she replied
“I have never read this book”
“How do you know” she asked
“Because I don’t recognize the title.”
Thats weird the lady said, “you wrote it.”

by dltproductions / December 29, 2017 /In A Spoken Journey


It was like playing the game Operation.

Ever so careful not to clank.

very slow and gentle, he pulled that morning beer out from the rack in the fridge

DO NOT…I repeat…. DO NOT

clank them together for she will know,

pounce out of bed and scold me for this one time again.

by dltproductions / December 29, 2017 /In A Spoken Journey


They are superior to us, like we humans are to animals
They have a hunting lottery
When the population count gets out of control,

They offer a lottery to abduct people,
They stuff us,
They mount us in their homes.
They even use our skin for fancy clothes.

by dltproductions / December 29, 2017 /In A Spoken Journey


I always wanted to be a writer or so I thought. Well, not always. Maybe right now I want to be a writer.

It’s funny to read some of my favorite authors schlepping around typewriters in the 60’s just to carry a story

I chuckle at the thought while I bang away on this wireless keyboard made by a company called Apple.

Where and when will you be when will you hear this NOW? Maybe tomorrow in your car, perhaps on the Red Line in years.

Right “Now”, you are reading this in the future of when I wrote it, which is in a sense……. telepathy

If you think about it, I have never spoken a word to you nor have we meet, but somehow you know what I am saying

We are speaking to each other at this exact moment in my time, but also in your time, which is “Now” for both you and I.

Let’s try this….

since you are hearing this in the vast future or should I say your “Now”, you must be able to teleport yourself by “Now”?

Has Technology won over your dimension yet?…..What was that?

OH, OK, good.

What I ask of you is this,

teleport yourself to the left of my desk………. In front of the closet doors and I don’t know, give me the piece symbol with your fingers.

OK, ready? On three…

1, 2. 3.

You are not here, Am I?

REK 5:16AM 2/5/16

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by dltproductions / December 29, 2017 /In A Spoken Journey

The Stink


I motioned the two-finger sign to my new favorite bartender and she sent me down the poison and I drained it. I motioned another and another and I offered up a toast to honor my solitude on this lonely bar stool.  “this is for always trying to get there and when you finally arrive, you don’t know what the fuck to do”.


No one cared.


One shoot, two shoots, three, four, five, a beer, six, a joint in the back with a cook on break.  Seven, eight,




These people are vampires, so fake and uninteresting; they all try to be each other and never know who they are.  Over analyzing every little detail.  Making it all up as they go and they love it. they even, beg for more.



Wallet, phone, watch…check.


I did my best to hold it back last night.  But what the fuck happened?


Snap shot:

The shutter speed is amazingly slow but I believe I just made out a bon fire.


Muddy details:

  • Extremely large
  • Not the 2’ diameter like the fire chief requires
  • This bitch was built to burn


Did I burn myself?

No, I don’t think so.


Snap shot:

The shutter speed is slowly improving.


Muddy details:

  • Bright store
  • Full bearded dude holds the door for me


What did I get at the store? What store was this?


Snap shot:

  • Back of a cab with torn seats held together with duct tape.
  • Took a right and then a left…I think
  • A voice shouted as I creeped past a door.  “Yeah, suck it in man, suck it deep…. eyes wide…hold your breathe. Compose yourself god damn it. You know the stink oozes off you. “


I reach over to rewind the tape. Then hit play “Yeah, suck it in man, suck it deep…. eyes wide… hold your breathe. Compose yourself god damn it. You know the stink oozes from you. “


The rest of the tape was inaudible, the microphone may have been jammed into my pocket or just covered in the stink.



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by dltproductions / December 29, 2017 /In A Spoken Journey

Bukowskis to Henrys, Henrys to G-Town

She wouldn’t let me in the bar even though I showed her my tattoo

eat brownies,

eat shrooms,

walk back to the redline

stop to take a picture of my work building up and close just for prosperity


get on train,

stick figure was is grinding to life in my ear buds,

I tell everyone that they are all slaves to their devices

everyone was on a device but I wasn’t…I had it in my ears 🙂


get off a Davis square because someone is surely on to me

walk around Davis square just a bit to sober up

a bit turned into missing the last train

walked in a  four block circles for hours


tried to use google maps but wasn’t happening

found a backyard patio in a fenced in area to rest

tilted my Sox cap over my face an watch the patterns dance behind my eyelids

woke up around 4am and walked to alewife

got in my car drove home

woke up at 8 and went back to work


by dltproductions / December 29, 2017 /In A Spoken Journey