What Pegman Saw: Penthouse

The view cost and arm and a leg. Ok maybe just a hand and a leg, suspended in mid-air, but it was worth it. And I’m not finished yet; I’m putting a garden up here: Flowers, vegetables and a bee hive for pollination. Then I’ll add a five-piece rock-jazz-funk-fusion band and a barbeque. Why not a pool too?, with a submerged pool table so guests can get snookered under-water. Afer the bar’s been been open several hours, drunken guests are welcome to play honey-raid, which is initiated by lifting the lids of the bee hives. Some will run screaming and leap over the edge, others will fall into the pool, escaping the bees only to drown miserably behind the eight-ball.


© Grumpy Axolotl.
Written for What Pegman Saw
Image: Google StreetView

Student Party

I am the master of barbeques
Sausages, steak, onions and chicken for you
The smell of wood and grease
Hot plates spitting boiling saturated fat
Teetering on the edge of safety
Echoes the fire in the 44-gallon drum
Hovering on the edge of sanity
Old wood stripped from the garden
Old furniture stripped from the house
Odd-shoes soaked in kerosene
PHOOMP! Aerosol-can.
Wood-smoke, student-smoke, barbeque-smoke
meet halfway across the lawn and become entangled
Suspended upon the air
As loudspeakers pump reggae, jazz and dub from the trees
I am the master of ceremonies, turntables
Old-friends, New-friends, Non-friends
Shouting, jousting, courting, dancing
Between the hot-plates and the dub-plates