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And How Was Your Day? |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533
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These days become leaner. The patience I've always lacked is virtually non-existant but I've lost the angry edge. Replaced by disenchantment and a weariness that vacuums what's left of me inviting emptiness. In my livelihood I finally tired of the thieves who started to strangle integrity, and I alone dethroned them. I just wanted my little corner of the glass litter box free of any more corruption then what it takes for me to persuade "clients" to purchase the high priced, German engineering that alerts their neighbors to their "arrival". The bandits were replaced by squeaky clean control freaks whose smiles like sharpened scalpels part to spew (verbatim) success cliches as they preen in their designer suits and magazined haircuts. Corporate culture gives way to corporate cult in this odd ritual of the circular dance of the self congratulatory. What the "Big Man" had for dinner could flawlessly be ascertained within hours by an autopsy of middle management. So much for my gold watch. I leave this sterile scene climbing into my 22 foot "Griswald" wagon and head downtown. I promised Jacqueline a visit. Tomorrow she faces a judge and she needs me, and me alone. The sun headed home with the rush hour and blared a farewell blast sideways back toward Houston. Straight down the east-west grid, lengthening to absurd proportions the shadows or blinding those still escaping the city. I parked two blocks away remembering last week when the metro morons and their jackel lackeys had already hooked the vehicles which bookended the wagon. I crossed the bridge checking the unflushed toilet of a bayou. In passing I watched the slow regatta of trash meander through a city which hadn't yet learned of it's death knowing that the more durable of the debris, its plastics, would likely win a trip to the Gulf and the Corpus Christi shore. Past the substandard construction of yet another testament to Texas's fastest growing industry, incarceration, I was assailed by the permanance of urine. I stood in line with the unjailed and handed the automaton the slip of paper and my license. They check the license to see if there's a reason to switch you to an orange suit. The visit was brief and I countenanced a jockular facade hoping my eyes didn't betray my own drowning despair. I promised to return tomorrow. I continue to promise tomorrows. I'm all she has. In leaving I face the waning sun so I sunglass and bustle businesslike to the car. I pass two women, one black and one hispanic who share the grief if not the language of the disenfranchised. Cross the path of an open shirted hombre who's denied my shaded unblinking eyes. I watch for half a block the tall thin black man whose crippled gait is a cacaphony a railroad would be proud of, the thwapping of his metal tipped cane and the twisted slide of cleated shoes. I turn the corner to the sight of two benched whores. One, blue eyed bottle blonde, shoots up a hopeful smile. A yet wild part of me wants to say "you look like trouble, come with me", but my shades help defeat what my eyes might alight. She'll never know how much that tatoo turned me on. I climb in the car and head towards the terrain that gives we whites comfort. The clouds were strange tonight, pleasing colors of subtle azure and orange but the configurations were confused. The overall notion was of an aging Irish Setter's back, slightly matted with the grains running rampant. Disconcerting with dark corkscrews twisting off here and there like the vapors of spent bottle rockets. Then there were the wisps.... I left the sunglasses on well past sundown for I feared who'd look back at me in the rearview mirror. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
if you crossed a bridge, you're way ahead of me....good write " I walked beside the evening sea And dreamed a dream that could not be" George William Curtis" |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Did I ever tell you how well you write, well if not, I am telling you now, this was simply fantastic writing Richard, and once again, your heart shines through the dismal existence of everyday life, and hope is always there in how you write your skys! I hope tomorrow is a better day. Bravo! I had a hard time picking a favorite part, but I have to say this was excellent: "The clouds were strange tonight, pleasing colors of subtle azure and orange but the configurations were confused. The overall notion was of an aging Irish Setter's back, slightly matted with the grains running rampant. Disconcerting with dark corkscrews twisting off here and there like the vapors of spent bottle rockets. Then there were the wisps...." ~ To see real beauty you must look with your heart ~ |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
oh, it's hard to put into reply what I feel after reading this masterpiece! Right now I live in the middle of nowhere, in the bush, and while reading, I was instantly taken back into city life and all it's memories. This is exceptional...and that's not describing it quite good enough...please forgive my lack of adjectives, but also please know that your writing here is just pure art, and I do mean that!! The road goes on forever, and the stories never end... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I just wanted my little corner of the glass litter box free of any more corruption then what it takes for me to persuade "clients" to purchase the high priced, German engineering that alerts their neighbors to their "arrival". ==================================== What the "Big Man" had for dinner could flawlessly be ascertained within hours by an autopsy of middle management. So much for my gold watch. ========================= I crossed the bridge checking the unflushed toilet of a bayou. ================================== its plastics, would likely win a trip to the Gulf and the Corpus Christi shore. Past the substandard construction of yet another testament to Texas's fastest growing industry, incarceration, I was assailed by the permanance of urine. =================================== They check the license to see if there's a reason to switch you to an orange suit. ====================== I promised to return tomorrow. I continue to promise tomorrows. I'm all she has. In leaving I face the waning sun so I sunglass and bustle businesslike to the car. ====================== A yet wild part of me wants to say "you look like trouble, come with me", but my shades help defeat what my eyes might alight. She'll never know how much that tatoo turned me on. I climb in the car and head towards the terrain that gives we whites comfort. The clouds were strange tonight, pleasing colors of subtle azure and orange but the configurations were confused. ============================= I left the sunglasses on well past sundown for I feared who'd look back at me in the rearview mirror. =============================== Richard,this write encompasses so many images, thoughts, realities, views, and truths that I could go on for pages of the emotions, opinions, and things this stirs up inside me... the imagery alone is worth its weight in poetic gold... The mix of sarcasm, anger, complacentcy, desperation, and depression take the reader on a ride through stark, vivid, realities.. sometimes bleak, but written with honesty, and many wisdoms of how the day to day workings of the world runs now... The "haves" and the "have nots" and all in between...when did we lose track of ourselves...and what should be our priorites. awesome write Richard...the impact of the last verse was pure poetry. My instincts are to tell ya it will get better...and all that kind of comfort verbiage... but I know you know better... Do travel agents have a "vacation from reality"?  wont you sing me your poetry |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
You sir, should write a book! Exquisite read. Intelligent and witty, and so completely real. "Houston, We have a problem!" And I believe no one could write it all out as well as you did in this micro version. The grindings of big city life, and the corporate evils, and vanity. The disrepair of state and it's consciousness. The sloven humanity, and the crisis of the streets. All from the eyes of one who sees past all that into beauty and sunsets and passion. You are rare! I could go on forever, but please write more! Sincerely, Regina |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You touched on so many thoughts, so instead of my stating the obvious and mimicking all of the above, I shall just say, Thank you, and Well done! |
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mirror man Senior Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 814 |
This is very good, all the way through. Read it several times. Very good. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Fantastically vivid both in visual and the feelings held within you.There are some really awesome phrases so unique, they're filled with 1 dollar words that become 10 dollar words in the way you've joined them. Yet with inflation, maybe they're 100 dollar words in their communication. Wonderful read with some strong hints of "progress's sadness." |
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MARK V SHELDON Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 3015In a corporeal internship... |
I second all of the above and want to add that your imagery is stunning with its graphic honesty. I believe that you could write novels in league with the "mandatory reads" in high schools and universities. You have a distinct voice and one I enjoy hearing, for there is much to contemplate after each of your reads... Very well done, Richard. -MVS "When you tell the Truth, you never have to remember what you just said." |
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