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Konrad’s Odyssey - I

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Listening to every heart

0 posted 02-13-2003 09:22 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Konrad’s Odyssey - I

Two days later, his migraine
having subsided like sand under waves,
remnants of the brain’s holocaust now
carried back to it’s deepest ocean
it would lay low, long
before it would hurl it’s torrent at him

He rose, feeling grimier than the sheets beneath him,
headed for the green-tiled shower, and stood under  
water so cold, until it turned lukewarm, then
grabbed up a scummy soap bar, nailing
it into his skin,

thankful the migraine was gone, almost eager
to continue his trip.

His mind raced ahead,
as by now, Travis should be there.  He had
run across his old friend
back in that hole-in-the-wall
eatery, there in the desert, still driving
that dad-burned truck, thinking,

didn’t they all push
along the damnedest pieces of
sheet steel hooked
up to mechanized horse hooves

all of ‘em.

Jake, he drove the best
of the worst…

Iambe, she fixed all the losers,

Dillon…she rode along in the best….

He had counted on Travis to carry news to Iambe
that Konrad would be coming;
he had done his best to locate Dillon, and Jake,
by the long-suffering Western Union,

“Be at Iambe’s. Stop.

Jake, he probably spat on the ‘gram,
Dillon…if she could be found at the last known,
would probably know.

She was like that, that girl.  Intuitive.  

That girl.  


Dana had been long ago, the only true haven
Konrad had ever known.

Would probably ever know.

The luke turned to cold, so he stepped out,
no mirror to look in to,
never mind,
he didn’t need to see the scars,
nor heed the reminders…

he had the certificate for that.


Iambe studied Travis, then looked beyond him,
and Travis decided, silently, to
“damn Konrad anyway,” then sipped on his bitter coffee.

Travis did not need to be here,
Iambe was too close, and too far away,

once again, he felt helpless, loose, losing, long gone,
as he saw the bitter begin to crease her lips,
the tight pull drawing the red to a pink,
and she had looked so good
when she first opened the door.  Now, she was beginning
to shell again,

that shell that he had seen crack, some times,
when the moon was right,
and the liquor, smooth,

but not now.


Jake stood in the water, tanned, dark,
gleaming like snake skin, dripping off the
remnants of his last dive,
then pulled out the wet, soggy ‘gram,
throwing it to the bank.

He walked up to the bush holding his jeans,
pulled them on over his wet, tanned legs,
and cinched the buckle,
a worn, faded, Rodeo winning buckle from some
30 years ago,
muttered something about
“damn K”

and climbed into his worse-for-wear truck.

He headed
toward Iambe’s.


Dillon’s hair was as red
as the clay they had grown up in,
herself, Iambe, Jake,
and Konrad,

her restaurant wit and skill
borne from somewhere
gave her verve and nerve, the shy of her
having faded long ago
in that trip she took
when she had skipped toward them,

them that weren’t daddy.

Now, the pensive lines crossed her brow,
she tucked her fingers into her
cotton skirt’s pocket,
as if she could feel the ink press into her skin,

then she stiffened visibly,
her spine tingling,
walked over to her day manager,

“Damn it, I have to leave for awhile,”

then grabbed up her leather vest,
slipped her arms through worn holes,

walked into a sun that saw a blaze
of fire from yesterday’s fright,

and headed, towards Iambe’s.



Apache Tears.

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1 posted 02-13-2003 09:32 PM       View Profile for Duncan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Duncan

This is what they must mean when they say... well worth waiting for.  
Janet Marie
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2 posted 02-13-2003 09:36 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

ummmm Capt? ....
me thinks she jumped the canyon

the moth AND Jake are smiling....
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3 posted 02-13-2003 10:54 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

Oooh wow.....yes....and?
Oh I see it ...on my part two.
Excellent story....keep'em coming.
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4 posted 02-13-2003 11:09 PM       View Profile for the_loner_23   Email the_loner_23   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for the_loner_23

Whoa!!!! Me defiently likes

Cold hands means a warm heart

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5 posted 02-13-2003 11:14 PM       View Profile for garysgirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit garysgirl's Home Page   View IP for garysgirl

Very, very to part 2...
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6 posted 02-14-2003 08:19 AM       View Profile for Cpat Hair   Email Cpat Hair   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cpat Hair

OK.... not bad for a flatlander

on to see what indeed you weave next.

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7 posted 02-14-2003 08:31 AM       View Profile for Tim   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Tim

Pretty darn good writing for a legal type person... enjoyed much.
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8 posted 05-12-2004 01:29 AM       View Profile for Dark Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dark Angel

On my way to part 2

Wonderful Karilea.


The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colours, but the sea, does not change.
~Stevie Nicks~

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