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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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frustrated; tired; heat; droop; time; dreams; suit; wallet spine; cracked; bleached; placated; blurred; broke; open; hurt. reach. She was telling me about the sunflowers in Italy. Cookie-cutters, she called them, In a flat field. I imagined rows of shining metal -- Shapes of rabbits with dough stuck between ears. No, not that type of cookie-cutter. These were open, yellow, orange, tall, Across and against the left side of the road, Receding like a wall. Morning, some fog, light, She said. "It was wrapped for about 3 days, and covered in vaseline; It took about a week to heal. I have it to remind me to spring open and stand tall above any problems I can't bury in soil." That's what she said about her sunflower tattoo, in blossom near her ankle. If It Bleeds It Leads. Maligned Drippings On A Drunkard's Lip, Like Half-Chewed Bitter Sponge. Blood Shining In Pools Of Red -- Definite Black Ink -- Definite Ratings, You See. Why Show A Tank Sitting In A Field, The Men Around Outside, Playing Cards? Instead, show the picture where the captain has a dime-sized hole in his head from an accurate shell fired from an accurate gun by a sniper who had been waiting like a shadow to make the light fall away. And then the others, who had a straight flush, a full house and nothing, jump back from their card table, blood in the grass, some brains, some flecks of bone; blood spots on the 3 of clubs, held by a hand detached of body. And the photographer who had been waiting for just such a moment takes his shot, a Pulitzer Prize-winning hand. Why see men playing cards when you can make symbols of us all? neon night. screen too bright. the colors of evening. you have your blue border, your black message box, your tint control, your reflection in the screen like a blue mirror, wavering when you hit your knees against the bottom of the desk. ha, if only it were a quake, for god's sake. Uh oh, the sunlight left, I'm starting to feel a chill. We didn't track any grass inside, But look at the ants in rows. Look at them looking for crumbs of things, Colonizing our desks. Look at them. Crush them. Kill them. Brush them off. We're looking at us, I guess. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Ah...Mike's thought for the day...just when I thought there was no cheering me up...lol.. there you are with this lovely uplifting piece of work. smiles...the ants go marching one by one...hurrah, hurrah... |
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Saunni Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 1777West Virginia |
What a great piece of work there...It lifted my spirits... Sauni |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
These were open, yellow, orange, tall, Across and against the left side of the road, Receding like a wall. Morning, some fog, light, She said. "It was wrapped for about 3 days, and covered in vaseline; It took about a week to heal. I have it to remind me to spring open and stand tall above any problems I can't bury in soil." That's what she said about her sunflower tattoo, in blossom near her ankle. If It Bleeds It Leads. ----------------- neon night. screen too bright. the colors of evening. you have your blue border, your black message box, your tint control, your reflection in the screen like a blue mirror, wavering when you hit your knees against the bottom of the desk. ha, if only it were a quake, for god's sake. Uh oh, the sunlight left, I'm starting to feel a chill. We didn't track any grass inside, But look at the ants in rows. Look at them looking for crumbs of things, Colonizing our desks. Look at them. Crush them. Kill them. Brush them off. We're looking at us, I guess. ------------ i can picture you at your desk, just quietly observing all that passes by you. Mikes window on the world ... thanks for sharing the view  later-newspaper-gator jm/bs There are places inside our souls - that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts - that need to be loved this much. ~jm~ |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I cheered up three people in a row? My work is done here. Mike |
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