Thursday, March 20, 2008

Laphroaig (læfrɔɪk)

On those cold damp nights when sleep didn’t come easy the man in the hat sipped on a ball of Laphroaig (læfrɔɪk), lolling the peaty smokiness in the rankle of is mouth. A spike of Dunsyre Blue with apricot chutney added a mouthwatering tartness to the smoky char of the Whiskey. The sky broke water like a pregnant sow, rain falling upwards in steel-rails. Dnepropetrovsk Dnipropetrovs'ka Oblast', Arnhem Gelderland, Bad Kreuznach Rheinland-Pfalz, Monmouth Oregon, Edinburgh, City of Edinburgh, Dartford Kent, Augusta Georgia, Aywaille Liege, Belgium, Biglerville Pennsylvania, Formello Lazio, Italy, Dartford Kent, Dublin Ireland, Winchester Ontario, Gembloux Namur, Belgium, Barcelona Cataluna, Saskatoon Saskatchewan, Osaka, Japan, Las Terrenas Samana, the Dominican Republic, Brisbane Queensland, Australia, and somewhere in the forests of Albania, the man in the hat looked for a Budapest short face tumbler. The sow piglets scurried into the aqueduct, dung-scabby tails twisted between their legs. They liked to pillow in the aqueduct amidst the debris and scats left behind by low-men and coherers. The man in the hat collected the cero (a large edible ocean fish that has silvery sides and large spiny fins. Native to: warm western Atlantic waters. Latin name: Scomberomorus regalis) the fishmongers left to dry on the embankments. Wee, wee, wee sniggled the piglets, wee, wee, wee, wee.

4 comments:

Pearl said...

"The sky broke water like a pregnant sow, rain falling upwards in steel-rails."
wow!

Stephen Rowntree said...

Thanks, Pearl...this thing, whatever it's become, is upwards of 170 pages and growing daily!


So nice to have you visit!

Stephen

Pearl said...

It adds up steadily these few lines a day. Keep hammering away...

John MacDonald said...

awesome.

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