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Iambe
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Iambe |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
WAITING… I have set in the shade many times, and watched the hands of another work, doing things my own hands, only stuttered at when attempting. The heat isn't as bad in the shade... and with the proper squint of my eyes the trash so carefully tossed aside from previous mechanical surgeries, isn't too bad either. Iambe's hands perform miracles... she can touch and turn with a deft knowledge that anything that moves can be broken, patched, fixed, removed... I thought once about asking her... but I sit in the shade and watch instead, the sway of unfettered breast beneath the loose coveralls keep time with the twist of her shoulders as she loosens yet another bolt. MORNING… When I wake up and find grease marks staining the carpet from coveralls thrown carelessly aside as she stepped out of them, I know I can see in daylight the things night's shallow depths had hidden. Books strewn about in random disorder show a taste for the sensational and what passes for romance in this... Jerry Springer reality we live in. Clothes have fallen like palm fronds in the face of a hurricane wind clogging the open space, fighting for the right to lie undisturbed until wash day...or week.. Stepping outside to the garage, I light a smoke as I stare at tools lined in careful order on benches... a clean floor swept till it contains no remnant of the dust that falls from rusting fenders or tires caked with red Oklahoma clay... One honors I guess... what one honors... and tool steel is a lot more forgiving than a heart. ABSOLUTION… Simple really... I don't quite understand why others don't. (Understand that is) It is all just a matter of taking out the things which hold any part in... taking the part out... figuring out why it broke..or quit... and putting the thing back together... Everyone should know... It takes four things for a car to run Fuel Air Compression and a spark. You figure out which is missing and then track down the problem and correct it... how hard is that? God... I have heard her say that so many times and yet... as I watch her sleep.. the only spark I can think of is the one she generates.. fueled at times on alcohol, she can compress living into one night and leave me gasping for air... maybe she's right... It is simple. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Some beautiful imagery....the jump from the ordinary to the extraordinary is done with such ease....and surprise.... |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
I hadn't realized how much I missed Iambe. It's so good to read of her again, through your eyes. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
This poem is compression, air and spark. And fuel for the reader's mind. |
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