Imitating "This Is Just To Say" by William Carlos Williams

Just an Observation

It’s so bright

the sun

that’s always in

our sky

it doesn’t

ever really move

brightness

blinding eyes

I thought

people should know

how bright

it really is

Rest In Peace Betsy

            I had always liked the name Betsy. Growing up I guess I knew a lot of woman with the name. Some stuck out and some didn’t but that name always stuck in my head. After I placed my signature on the dotted line, the dealer looked up at me and said “So, whatcha gunna call her?” I looked back at him with a smile and little thought and blurted out “Betsy”. You see, Betsy was my beloved ocean liner. Man she could cruise over any water during any weather at any time and you better believe I put her to the test. You see where I come from we put our beloved boats to the test on the stormiest nights of the year, and tonight was that night.

            Since I got through with work at 3pm the sky was as dark as night. The winds were fast, the rain hard, and the thunder banging with a vengeance. This storm wasn’t going to be enough to make me chicken out. I had a reputation around here and tonight was the night to prove my new boat can live up to that reputation just as I do.

            We set sail into the vast open sea and could only see about a foot in any direction we looked. There were a few other boats out tonight from what I could see on Betsy’s sonar, I guess trying to make the same point that I was making. “I guess no one wants to be titled a chicken around here” I mumbled under my breathe. I decided to have some fun with these other guys and voice them in over my radio when it happened.

            One by one each of the bright green dots representing other boats on Betsy’s sonar began to just disappear. They did not go silently at that. I could hear the screams of their captains in all directions of Betsy but I couldn’t see a single thing. The waves began to pick up their pace and Betsy began to twist and turn violently with every crash. Still my sight was limited and I could see nothing but feel everything.

            Out of the water a creature began to emerge. A creature of legend and myth. It seemed to keep showing more and more of itself. As it grew larger into the darkness of the sky I continued to look up and up until my neck would no longer allow me to. Before I could get a better view the creature leaped from the water crashing down into the waves with tremendous force. The devilish beast sucked my sweet Betsy down to the depths of the ocean along with itself. Betsy gave her life to the sea to never be seen again. For everyone’s safety I hope this creature suffers the same fate and never is seen again.  

A Long Night

A long night had finally began to come to a close for Jacks Teller. Jacks, short for Jackson was the President of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club. He was a simple man, not as insane as the rest of his crew, although he did have a wild side. Jacks had a love for partying and when he could he would party harder than anyone you’ve ever met.

This night started out with loads of drinks, woman, drugs and prospects. Prospects were basically people in training to join the club. Before being given the clubs patch they’d be put through every grueling and utterly disturbing task possible to see how bad they really wanted in. Tonight was Briggs night to be patched in and Jacks wanted to have the biggest celebration possible for the clubs new recruit.

Jacks was so excited about his new patched member of the club that he gave in to an old President’s tradition, “Shot Tower”. This meant Jacks would have to take a shot for every patched member in his charter who had fallen. For Jackson this was many, and this is where his night took a turn down the wrong road.

On the other side of the tracks in Owings Mills a young lady by the name of Alexandra Rost was waking up to the sun peeking through her blinds. She is a kind and compassionate woman who truly valued being on time. She rolled over and saw her clock showing the numbers 7:12. Alexandra jumped out of bed in a hurry to begin the process of getting ready, she knew she had to be at Hopkins by 7:40 the latest. She was able to get dressed and almost ready to get out the door although her hair was giving her issues. She always had the most beautiful hair and that is because it was important to her that she always look her best. She rushed out the door and down the stairs to her car.

Jacks party had been coming to an end and he knew it was time for him to get back home to his wife and children. He said his goodbyes, and began walking towards his bike. Mounting his bike, turning the ignition, and realizing it was 7:22 in the morning. With a grin to his friends Jacks pulled back his throttle and headed for the highway.

There was nothing Jacks liked more than the cool breeze of the air hitting his face while he was riding his motorcycle. He was coming across a turn with no one in sight and he pulled back his throttle as hard as he could. Looking into the distance driving like a maniac and enjoying life.

Alexandra finally got onto the highway after sitting through light after light. She sped up as she was entering the ramp onto the highway. She began switching lanes merging off of the shoulder when she began to hear a very loud rumble coming up behind her. She looked up in the rear view mirror and saw a motorcycle speeding to fast to stop heading right towards her.

Jacks saw an incoming car, he was trying to break but he was going so fast. He tried as hard as he could to stop his bike without losing control. Squeezing on the brakes looking ahead knowing what was about to come Jacks looked to the sky and said his peace.

Before Alexandra could do anything, BOOM! BANG! Is all she heard. She looked up breathing heavy after realizing shed just been hit. She was unharmed and rushed out to help the man. She looked down to see a dead man. One shed recognized from the news the previous night. She thought of the wanted poster on her television screen and realized she was staring down at a dead Jacks Teller, President of the Sons of Anarchy.