Orderliness and Efficiency

In a fit of pith the shamble leg man threw his hands into the air and shouted ‘…away with you damn lollygaggers, away with the lot of you…!’. The sun still low in the morning sky, lamplight querying the way east, the shamble leg man took a early morning nap. A murder of crows crisscrossed across the sky, the shamble leg man asleep in the fetter of his dreams. Wings flapping madly, the birds alit on a telephone wire across from the Waymart. The axmen pulled the oxcart to a halt and stood up, a murderously hot sun rising in the almost fallen sky. The shamble leg man awoke from his nap, thoughts rippling, and stared at the sky. The crows had alit from the wire, black hovering, and alit on top of the Seder grocer’s awning. ‘…what a man can’t swallow he can’t eat…’, said the shamble leg man, ‘…and that is shameful shame indeed…’. The sun hedged above the Waymart clock, alighting the way to heathen and hell. The shamble leg man redressed his thoughts, queuing them into tidy packages, each thought leading into the next, an ascension of orderliness and efficiency. A crow the size of a cat cut slantingly over the shamble leg man’s head, barely missing the nick of his ear. He shook his fists, two fleshy axe-handles, the crow swerving to the left, the shamble leg man shaking uncontrollably. The crow made a second salvo, wings outstretched, the shamble leg man driving his fists into the bird’s ribcage, the crow falling, a black corset of feathers scattering everywhichwhere. A molly squirmed blazing in the crow’s beak, the bloom’s on the lee uphold, said Paddy dinging, poor bastard rotting in gravamen’s grave. Casting aside the only clue he had, the shamble leg man ferried onward, the sun billeting ova rays onto the backside of his head. ‘…these are unkindly times…’ weighed the shamble leg man. ‘…enkindler than a swift bastardrinder to the scoots…’. Not much of anything, bother or not, happened the rest of the day, so the shamble leg man cheated homeward, a cote of crow’s feathers lining the insides of his greatcoat pockets.