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bsquirrel
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0 posted 2000-07-26 02:27 AM


She put an ant in my brain,
So I could only hear what I feel what I see
With eyes I never opened once in truth.

Why are you falling apart?
She asked me this with a razor blade
Open and resting on my arm.

There's an empty building of art in Malibu,
I confided to her blade.
When you're together, you're apart, the ant said.

Thinly sliced on the diagonal.
Hurt statue reveals a straw figure
Crumbled to cranberry wood.

(the … the taste of burst berries,
the… their shape, their texture,
their sour loving broken noted songs)

(she smeared the blood of her and me
on her chest on her face on her blade
on her skin on her legs on the bed)

Stop traveling down unlighted highways,
I told her. Stop with your lace-up boots.
Music is the background to our soul, the ant said.

Chalky light … it's too late at night
To be free to be. You can't put
Your faith in what went wrong, she spoke.

Her shape. Her shadow. Her solitude.
The way her eyes, her mouth, her hands.
She made me large and small.

Large and small,
Large and small at the same time.
Large and small again.

The darkness was dispelled.
Cranberry welled
Over wooden pores.

cranberry wood, light reaching through blue leaves
to violet grass, planets growing on stems;
save the rings for your neck and fingers, baby;
comet tails like fingers trailing over cloud canopies,
making the roof, the floor and the door
of heaven tinged in fireblades of slowly stained wait.


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serenity blaze
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1 posted 2000-07-26 01:44 PM


I have been thinking about this one...the feel of this is detached (at least for me)and either my coffee is not kicking in or the imagery is beyond me as well...(and don't you come snapping after me either, you skittish squirrel...)  I liked "she made me large and small..."  and many other lines here, sigh...just had trouble linking them together mike...e me to educate me...lol
bsquirrel
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2 posted 2000-07-27 01:32 AM


serenity,
I'm not asking you -- or anyone -- to understand it (I'm the only one, I think, and only 'cause I wrote it). Just dig the words!  

Mike

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