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.45 and Ezra Pound
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.45 and Ezra Pound |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
It was hot Mid August and the trees drip humid Until it traps your breath in your lungs And even exhaling becomes something avoided. I stopped at the package store for a bottle of scary smooth A bag of ice and a six pack of Coke Before heading the old truck towards the White And a place I knew that no one was likely to care If I blew off a little steam or cursed the wind For not blowing at least a bit of this oppression away. Gravel spat rattles later I rolled to a stop and pulled the cooler Onto a spit of sand and stripped my clothes For a quick dip to wash the dust and heat from skin That seemed to tight for the day And too old and comfortable to discard. It’s quiet on the river mid week With no river rats floating riffles with a scrape of metal And shouts of profane intelligence Only appreciated under the influence Of too much booze or a few tokes So I sat… And drank Must have been the heat And the scary smooth… But about evening I went to the truck And reached under the seat for the old .45 Found the box of shells in the glove box And went back to sit. I pulled the clip out and took all the shells One by one and dropped them in my lap As I sipped another mix of coke and ezra Empty, I fished in my pocket And found the cartridge Lacey had given me Etched on two sides with her name and his Stuffed it in the clip and finished loading 7 Shots waited so I dug around in the truck for the bag I had stuck in weeks ago when this thought First came to mind. Shot glasses… 6 of them and one double shot. I lined them up on an old log Left from some spring flood and now Half buried in gravel from the ones that followed Then poured each full of Ezra And backed off about 30 feet And aimed at the first glass Crackkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!! Glass sprayed with whiskey And birds singing moments ago flew From hiding places in willow and oak 5 more spaced three breaths apart left the sand littered with shards and bark leaving the double shot and Lacey’s bullet. I walked back to the log Lifted the double shot to my lips And drained it Then tossed the glass against a large stone. Lacey’s bullet denied a target I just pointed the barrel up And let it fly towards the sun That like thoughts of her Was too hot right now To spend time in. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Wheew! What a scene, Ron! Excellent! |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Still think you ought to put these together into a novel, I sure hope you're keeping copies! Core |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Martie... thank dear friend.. glad you enjoyed Cor.. I have copies.. about a novel.. I'd fail miserably at long prose..and linking these all together with enough finess to make it work.. maybe someday I will tak ethem all and go to the river though.. (smiling) |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Lacey’s bullet denied a target I just pointed the barrel up And let it fly towards the sun That like thoughts of her Was too hot right now To spend time in." ------------------------------------------- Exciting...intriguing...more please?  ~Hugs~ ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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KristieSue
since 2003-01-31
Posts 1460PA, US |
awesome...makes me wish I had a .45 |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Ok, now I'm awake...damn! Again, this is why...  |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"Lacey’s bullet denied a target" Oh dear, this could mean trouble. I think the bullets in our lives need to have a target in order to be exorcised. Loved it as always. Susan |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I lined them up on an old log Left from some spring flood and now Half buried in gravel from the ones that followed Then poured each full of Ezra And backed off about 30 feet And aimed at the first glass Crackkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!! Glass sprayed with whiskey And birds singing moments ago flew From hiding places in willow and oak 5 more spaced three breaths apart left the sand littered with shards and bark leaving the double shot and Lacey’s bullet. I walked back to the log Lifted the double shot to my lips And drained it Then tossed the glass against a large stone. Lacey’s bullet denied a target I just pointed the barrel up And let it fly towards the sun That like thoughts of her Was too hot right now To spend time in. ========================== ya know what they say... its not the heat...its the humidity..yayaya  So..did ya shoot that damn worm  love the target practice scene...classic cowboy blowing off steam. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (sigh) Wow, I sensed such excessive frustration reading this, I hope this doesn't become a tragic play like Othello or something as this startled me in hoping these feelings will subside and all will be forgiven! (big hugggsssssss) God Bless You, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ron, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
That's some write. Really impressive in the images.  |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Ron, It has all been said above. Definitely what Martie said about the scene. You do put us right there. I liked him drinking the double shot instead of shooting it. Says lots. And, I like the ending lines, with the "too hot right now to spend time in" Like others, am eagerly awaiting the next page/chapter..... Rats, I have to leave. May have to find it later. Maybe it is ready to be posted... This is like tuning into an on-going series...Enjoyable! Hugs, Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Very, very good...and I won't even ask again what "scary smooth" is. I couldn't find the thread where I asked you before, Capt. Ron.  Hugs, Ethel Hey, ever had Wild Turkey or Seagram's Seven? |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nancy... thank you dear..for the read and the nice words... Kristie.. a .45 is not required to let things go.. and personally never did like to shoot one.. but they are loud... LOL Dunc..sorry if I woke you... I'll not pop any more caps so it is safe for you to close your eyes again LOL Susan... not neccessariy bad news for Lacey or trouble...depends on how you interpret the use of the bullet and what the nullet represented to him.. thanks for dropping in.. JM... it is always the humidity. thanks my friend for the read..and for all the nice comments you've made over time. Noah...sometimes the heat makes people do strange things..I'll try my best to not make this turn out tragic.. White Rose.. Thank you maam... kind of you to say..and glad you enjoyed. Pat.. LOL... the never ending saga... well maybe one of these days I'll wake up and give everyone a bit of closure..then have them ride off in a cloud fo dust to the tunes of William Tell Overture Ethel.. Scary Smooth.. a name Kristie Sue gave to Ezra Brooks Whiskey in a conversation on a thread in one of the forums here.. and I borrowed... now..as for have I tried... LOL afraid there isn't much liquor I haven't at least tasted.... Thanks all...all the reads and comments are more than kind...and you are all more than patient to put up with me rambling on the way I do... so... thanks again [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (03-06-2003 01:21 PM).] |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
That's some fine work with a big calibre dude, even at 30 ft. The .45 is a mulish handful, eh? Oh! the poem? That's some fine work too! Ed |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Ed... nice thing about a big bore... you get close to target you gonna do some damage.. Mulish? at least Mulish... never liked them myself.. prefered a .38 or 9mm... once upon a time... no more.. thanks for dropping in... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
When you get to the river, pick up a rock, put the papers UNDER it, then take a cold bath, THEN come back, removed the rock, pick up the papers, string them all together, and proceed on to a publisher's house. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Sunshine.. they make it to the river with me..and I'll make paper boats out of them and set them on the currents to drift... kind of like the instructions for my ashes... that way.... they again become a part of me..and me them... |
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wandering glider Senior Member
since 2001-04-04
Posts 501aloft |
hmmmm reminds me of "pay day", the last time i warmed a "cold" .45 too heavy but i like your "drift", suits me like they say "do a thing well enough so they'll miss it when you're gone" so let 'em miss it w.g. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
I enjoyed this one. I was afraid the last bullet was going somewhere else entirely. That mix of whiskey and heat can be dangerous. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This is an example of how to write a visually stimulating poem. It plays out in front of us. No fancy words or fancy meter - just plain good writing about something that touches us. When you go to the river to make the paper boats, let me know, I'll be standing a few yards a way with a net to scoop them up. You may place little value on them sir, but I think they are exceptional..as are you!  |
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