The world’s first ever Longette Lite!
By guest poet Nolcha Fox
My new best friends are the people waiting in line to renew their driver’s licenses.
It’s day five, and I still can’t see the clerk drooling blood for the victim before her.
No wonder. She died of starvation, and the other clerks just dragged her away.
No other clerk can keep the line moving. Management is going through resumes now.
A woman behind me just gave birth. She named the baby Waiting Here Forever.
She should have named him after my husband, since it’s his son. I wonder if he knows.
Pretty soon, he won’t be my problem anymore. He’ll be hers to deal with. Too bad.
The Anti-Christ promised to serve free drinks and the Apocalypse at the end of the line.
I hope to get my license before the Anti-Christ closes the free bar.
But he’s near the back of the line, and everybody knows he’s a liar.
My boss laid me off for taking too many vacation days without permission.
I can’t interview with Human Resources without losing my place in line.
Maybe I should interview for a job with the Motor Vehicles Department.
The room is hot and stuffy. The air conditioner hasn’t worked for ten years.
A skeleton sits on a chair against the back wall. He wears a guard’s uniform.
I wonder if anything’s worth stealing from the Motor Vehicles Department.
Maybe someone can set up a coffee bar and food truck so that nobody faints.
Maybe that’s a bad idea. The bathroom door is locked. Nobody has the key.
If we pay a locksmith to fix the lock, the Anti-Christ can take care of the rest.
Maybe the Anti-Christ can tell us if we’re already in hell.
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love it
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Thank you so much!
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Will you be next Jess?
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I’d have to absorb the form first. I’ve been writing bits in my head at the beach 😉
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lovely! the form is pretty simple in the Lite version…just make it long, with long lines, and a stupid-long title, and encode that 1312 pattern somewhere…pretty much anything that you produce is going to have a social or environmental justice aspect anyway, methinks
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Nolcha, I think I found true love with this poem…so funny and clever and incisive and cool, especially the ever-so-casual references to the antichrist … serving free drinks and the apocalpyse!
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Wow, true love? I’m impressed!
I’m so happy you enjoyed reading it!
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It makes me happy to read, so many epic lines…
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😁😁😁
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It’s the incredibly dry delivery too…like the baby name suggestion. Ever considered standup? = )
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🤣🤣🤣 I haven’t considered standup. I’d have to work way past my bedtime…..
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Maybe youtube standup lol
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😁😁😁
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