A place called Jeopardy


Last Monday brought a hangover from hell
rang up my work, said I didn’t feel well
boss knew I’d been on a drinking spree
told me that my job was in jeopardy
On Thursday the same thing happened again
can you imagine my consternation when
In the blink of an eye I was in a strange land
full of rolling boulders and slipping sand
and though you may think this story is berserk
I was sitting at my desk from the office at work
Danger was apparent everywhere I looked
slitty eyes were glinting out of every nook
razors were raining down from the sky
I even saw a scorpion flying by
the earth beneath kept shifting and slanting
I could hear some invisible creature panting
jagged cracks kept opening in the ground
while fire balls exploded all around
0n my computer screen my boss appeared
laughing so much that he shed a tear
His eyes glittered brightly as he said to me
D’you like your new position in Jeopardy?


Written for The Daily Post Prompt #Jeopardize

Β©Jane Paterson Basil


44 thoughts on “A place called Jeopardy

            1. He’s something special. I’m going to enjoy getting to know him. These days I’m finding it hard to keep up with my writing, because reading and commenting are taking up so much time. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as connected as I do lately.

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              1. Same here. So many fascinating blogs and people out there! To find someone like Chris was such an interesting thing. He started following me so I went to have a look, as you do. For someone to choose a homeless lifestyle, be a current user, and still as productive and positive as he is, is very unusual.

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                1. He’s impressive. I love him already. It’s so much easier to love someone who’s thousands of miles away, though it’s unusual for me to feel this way about a man, owing to me being an intentionally celibate heterosexual πŸ™‚
                  Does that make sense to you?

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                  1. Sure πŸ™‚ He looks like a very likeable fellow based on his photos. You can tell. He has nice eyes. He doesn’t look doped up or spaced out. And he has a purpose and goals in life. So yes, it all makes sense even if you are an ICH !!

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                    1. ROTFLMBO!! I’m and ICH! I love it! Wait a sec. I have to add a T to that, making it ITCH. Tame, Thoughtless, Trying, Torpid -c’mon, help me with this – do any of them work, or have you got something better? πŸ™‚
                      I need this for a poem which is growing in my brain like a murky tumour…

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                    1. I’ve just listened to the first few minutes. I haven’t done this kind of meditation for ages, and it sounds lovely, so I bookmarked it and will do it this evening if nobody disturbs me – thanks for that Raili πŸ™‚

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    1. You happen to have hit upon one of my rare fictional poems πŸ™‚
      My friend Raili from Soul Gifts put me onto your blog, possibly because two of my children are heroin addicts, but more likely because she thought I’d be interested. I am. You’re the first blogger I’ve come across who lives on the streets.

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        1. You have to watch out for the real heroin of you’re used to rubbish – I’ve seen it kill a few people around here, the odd time or two when it got through.
          Dammit – that’s what we call “Teaching grandma to suck eggs” over here in the UK. I must stop doing it. I’m sure you can look after yourself.
          I’ll check on that link when I’m not having to fight to stay awake.
          Jane x

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                    1. And there was me thinking I’d scared you off, just because I’m 104 and have a wooden leg, two glass eyes and a plastic – uh-oh, I’ve just relised this conversation is happening on my site. I think I’ll drop the missing word in one of your comment boxes.

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                    2. Yeah, german could be nice, what it is, the sound of a women voice cursing at you in a different language…

                      Why i say french an only from a women, those french think they own the world!

                      It’s a woman’s voice when she cures at you in a different language like french, you can anything an sounds like poetry…

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                    3. Any adult female who fusses with her make-up and hair in order to send out messages and lies, instead of talking with her body and listening with her eyes.
                      Me, I go for body language. I’m a woman, not a lady.
                      And you thought I was putting myself down…

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