---

 

This writing was accepted for publication in the 84 page perfect-bound issue of cc&d (v242) (the March / April 2013 Issue) You can also order this 5.5" x 8.5" issue as an ISSN# paperback book:

Order this writing in the book Guilt by Association cc&d 2013 collection book		get the 374 page Jan. - June 2013 cc&d magazine issue collection 6" x 9" ISBN# paperback book:

I Figured out How to Think Regler

Scott Spradlin

Boss throwed and
I caught the cases one after another
and put em up separate
There was just three kinda frozen Eggo waffles them days
Boss was a fat man wore a belt
with bowl cut blond hair
Don’t see a lot of men with that much blond hair
Seemed like a fake hair, like a wig a some kind
Probly glued on, seemed like
But I knowed it was his hair
knowed it weren’t a wig
just looked so

And he said when he throwed them cases at me
from a big stack there in the freezer
He said buttermilk, homestyle, regler
Buttermilk, buttermilk, homestyle
regler, regler, homestyle, buttermilk
homestyle, regler, regler, homestyle
regler, regler, buttermi—nope homestyle, buttermilk

I caught them cases and
put em up off in the steel bins in that freezer we was in
All gloved up and wearing me some old coat’d been laid by by who knows who
Made me three stacks Eggo waffles after he throwed em all
Seen em there stacked up neat and thought
well, that’s all right.
Three stacks Eggo waffles.
And most were regler.

Boss started in on talking, said
Here’s what needs be done with them waffles
Need you to see about making a display.

I said all right.
I thought if I weren’t there to catch them cases,
If he’d’ve had to sort em all out on his own,
I thought might could’ve been he’d’ve taken him a bad step
might could’ve been he’d’ve clumb up off into the steel, and from real high
might could’ve been he’d’ve fallen onto all them boxes awkward and like bounced weird.

I thought of his face saying “oh no!” when his head smacked that froze floor
I seen those gardening gloves he used to keep his hands warm
pawing at them boxes and just looking at himself
thinking “god dammit to hell”

I never seen nothing like that but I’ve got me a good imagination
and when I get to feeling bad and lowsome like,
why I just start in and think on
his saying
Buttermilk, homestyle, homestyle, buttermilk, homestyle,
regler, regler, regler,
and on and on,
and I think of that great big sorry son of a bitch
bouncing off them boxes and that look on his face
and his head splitting on open
and his blond hair wet with blood froze to the floor
and I think regler, regler, homestyle, regler,
regler regler regler
regler regler regler

and I don’t think no more about what it was was bothering me so,
because I’ve got that good memory I can have out loud,
even if it’s just me thinking it to myself

Thinking regler

Copyright of written pieces remain with the author, who has allowed it to be shown through Scars Publications and Design.Web site © Scars Publications and Design. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission from the author.

Problems with this page? Then deal with it...