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rebmemer New Member
since 2010-01-18
Posts 7 |
as a small child from the backseat window of my father's car unyielding forces had met in a tangle of dark scars on the road the sunken eyes of a withered man his mangled body dangling from the edge of a shattered car a faded patch of thinning unkempt hair fails to disguise the marble pallor of his skin or the oddly delicate slash resembling a crack in a time worn statue a phone call late in the evening a familiar voice nearly unrecognizable an ever increasing strain, spider-web fractures crawl outwards a search for meaning a terrible silence the hurried parting barely audible we sit together one summer's evening sharing memories as if we were walking the dusty aisles of an old museum just before closing the golden fields and Palo Alto are the imaginative works of an experienced architect and like soaring towers seen from a busy freeway the question of an offramp when resolved merely leads to a tangle of streets he smiles patiently I sneer the bottle had fallen over the sour smell of alcohol had begun to fill the room I sat alone, guilty as sin |
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