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0 posted 05-24-2000 01:41 AM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for bsquirrel

Wow. Eight days.
How did it go by so fast?
On the freeway so much
I thought palms grew out of asphalt, not dirt.
I began to imagine every number had a road to match it.
If a place didn't end in "world" or "land," what was the point?

Eight days. Eight days.
How did eight days flit by like the hummingbird we saw at Universal?
Now all I have is two CDs -- pressed corporate plastic -- to approximate
the sounds of joy.

At It's a Small World, the black dolls in Spain were stuck in mid-kick, unmoving.
In Antarctica, one of the penguins had its head down, poignantly depressed, as the other bobbed up down idiotically, happily so.

Through Pirates, I remembered the past
and wished I had kept the photographs --
her smiling in red, a plastic skull in her hand, a fake parrot (a hat?) (a ?) on her shoulder.

I remember a sign: "Now this tale didn't happen just today, or yesterday; but a long, long time ago." This was over a fireplace with a kettle that had never seen fire. No soot.
As we waited in line there, the FastPass people got to get wet before us. We finally pushed out the emergency exit -- how convenient where we got pissed: right near the "Ev'rybody's Got a Laughin' Place" sign.

I miss some things, but not all. The click and weight of turnstiles, cold metal against legs.
My parents gone back to New Hampshire. I out here, gladly. But I will miss them.

And I will move on, with love.

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1 posted 05-24-2000 07:25 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I feel like you read my journal---andohmigod.....what a bad trip for you!!!

But a trip is a trip....nevertheless...and Disney is pretty damned good....(me has a steak-eatin' story 'bout that one,)

Lovely that you are back...in one piece, mehopes....
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2 posted 05-24-2000 09:29 AM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

I thought palms grew out of asphalt, not dirt.
I began to imagine every number had a road to match it.
If a place didn't end in "world" or "land," what was the point?
-----------------
Through Pirates, I remembered the past
and wished I had kept the photographs --
her smiling in red, a plastic skull in her hand, a fake parrot (a hat?) (a ?) on her shoulder.
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I miss some things, but not all. The click and weight of turnstiles, cold metal against legs.
My parents gone back to New Hampshire. I out here, gladly. But I will miss them.

And I will move on, with love.
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and dont forget about those sunburned legs...*smile*
very cool poem bsq...
your wisdom and gift to look at things and see the things most miss,
is one of the best parts of your poetry.
me thinks me is on vacation in BSQ-world.
i hope i get sunburned legs...LOL
later cool squirrel
jm/bs

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3 posted 05-25-2000 12:39 AM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

S'en,
I had a great time; I just wish it hadn't ENDED so soon. Common lament.   And i'm never entirely one piece, that's the fun of it.

JM,
The problem with BSQ land is the tourists, whatever the hell that meant.  

Mike
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4 posted 05-25-2000 12:42 AM       View Profile for bsquirrel   Email bsquirrel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for bsquirrel

S'en,
P.s. 'E' me the steak story!
 
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