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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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It was to be a blast of bike-- and yes, harleys stood the ground I smelled the pine before we stopped... He parked the car too obvious amidst the chrome and painted tank. Our hostest? NO. She weren't the mostest-- we called her "Little Bit"... she wore bandana for a top with just a tiny little knot and just a sneeze of tits inside-- she wore her cut-offs loose. We had reached the end of road. There we parked the firebird. Absurdity was in the air and freedom had the smell of pine. Another place, another time-- this was funerals ago. As we pulled in gravel drive there was caution in their eyes until they recognized thier friends encased in fiberglass. (And we thought firebirds were cool...) We brought a trunkload full of beer-- our welcome almost guaranteed. We drove wet through dry county-- in cautious rearview of the past-- yet complacent even smug-- well-stocked for the future. The land was pine in praise of Oak-- I spied a beauty shading grave. Above, dangled a blatant noose-- a tugboat rope too close to care who might be buried underneath. I thought that quite irreverant. To hang a swing over a grave? I watched them sway with beer in hand-- reckless in a karmic dance of total disrespect. But even in an autumn breeze with bits of pine adrift in air something warned "just let it be" We donned our togas just for Rome. This was a perfect gingerhouse with all the little filagree She even had a screen door squeak and checker pattern tiles in floor. We settled in, with Peavey amp and paper nourishment We had a barrel barbecue and lots of sauce-- "catching up"-- none of us were hungry though-- we just wanted flicker fire. * * * I gave massages free that night-- my hands grew tentacles in flame of shadow's simple circumstance I drank to dull persistant thought-- that nagging bitch of why I came. We built a fire to the gods of total carelessness. We shamed the stars with pine cone spark and fought the nodding of our test-- too drunk to wonder why. * * * We sang "circle blues" that night and some slept around the fire Gazing into blue lick flame we told stories sang till dawn and Kenny played the slide again with an empty hot long neck. * * * I awoke upon the couch an emery board for tongue. I could have filed my nails in pound of my head--no one around. I couldn't miss her-- she was there I didn't notice child before but there before my throbbing eyes was the child of our hostess. She wore a tattered pink tu-tu-- then I remembered how she danced. She looked at me with third world eyes an orphan, searching charity. I sat upon the edge of couch disgusted with the shape of me I looked at her without remorse and told her: "Gawd, you need a bath." "YOU!" (and that was her reply) I sighed and said, "I think you're right." I looked around the house again and wondered if I had caught lice. The doberman had given birth and they were frisky--everywhere they ate the barbecue we burnt paws upon the kitchen table... as everyone asleep--still slept. * * * I showered after Scott stank up the bathroom--as he always did. He tried to grab the towel from me, succeeding in reveal of breast laughing in lascivious-- then slept-- just like he always did. "I'm hungry." said the plaintive child. I looked at her. "Yeah, so am I. But I took a bath at least... Do that? clean these nails beneath?" I held her hand intent in gaze-- film of dirt made her hand green. * * * She took the bath as I went nuts. I threw out all the food dogs licked. Garbage bags of dark green fill and in the box? Was every bit of all I'd promised... and could not fulfill. There was nothing in that box--- a dozen eggs and something brown. Just some slices of white bread and mayonnaise would have to do. I made that child some eggsalad-- she'd never tasted it before... I wiped that table sparkling and laid it out for her sandwiches cut into squares and paper towels folded so... "What's yer name?" I finally asked and watched her spit eggs in reply. "I didn't hear a word you said-- swallow food before you die on a stupid choke of egg." Then she told me everything and damned near broke my heart... * * * Just recently on quite a whim I went with one fine gentleman to a place where ladies dance chewing dollars in their teeth eyes glaucoma of romance and there? my heart broke properly. There was a beauty taunting me dancing in gyration's lap-- I could see she hated me-- until I looked into her eyes and saw a memory take hold until she shook it off. Then, she simply danced away. * * * "Lissa" never had a chance. Eggsalad is our shared repast-- the footsteps of a walk-away... [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (10-13-2002 06:47 AM).] |
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Capricious Member
since 2002-09-14
Posts 89California, USA |
Simply ... wow. It would be a shame if anyone missed this story. |
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S Arthur Grey Senior Member
since 2001-03-19
Posts 719woven by a poet's loom |
Yea, the story teller, in the small hours of the morning, or else. Enjoyed this read. S Arthur |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I loved this. It was life at it's boldest. But I'm not sure where she was at the end, where did you see her again? At a place where there was lap dancing? [This message has been edited by Poet deVine (10-13-2002 11:43 AM).] |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
I've seen them come from near and far travel from trust to arrive at the harm I've seen them live a collection of scar I've seen them die with needle in arm I know this girl. (she is legend) I know of her life. (hopeless saga) I know. A human being is a terrible thing to waste. Ed |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
well told...and captivating in its tell, though the end is a bit unclear to me..as it seems you switched to a more metaphorical tell in the end than in the beginning.. but hey it is Monday and I'm not yet firing on all cylinders... Self destruction in the name of freedom, with a twist of growing past the mind set yet not able to give it up in entirity...and not liking it.... As usual... you impress with your write. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Thanks all--but it's kind of hard for me to see where the ending in unclear, (I guess 'cause I was there, huh?  )um...here I go again...sigh...point it out to me? because, YES, she did become a dancer--and is probably off somewhere getting something else pierced as I type... and Ed, the more things change, the more they stay the same, eh? tired smile here. Thanks again. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Ser...I think it is in the time lapse.. the then and now of it. I can see it implied, but no idea how long the time is and in the recently.... one could be speaking of the recent past and it taken in context of the recent past to the time frame the rest of the story took place in... That for me anyway, was where I got tripped up. NO reference to when... or an unclear one. But..hey like I said... it is MOnady and I am not firing on all 8 yet... played pool too late last night.. ( chuckling) Didn't even see a ghost of Iambe.... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
thanks Ron.  Pool, huh? I'm still recovering from football, tho I think it may take Brian and Ed a little longer to do so...*chuckle* (sorry, bri...couldn't resist)But thank you, and right now, I can't decide whether to go and make my coffee or go back to sleep... And...No Iambe'? That means you must have actually WON a few games, eh?  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Ah... Bri and Ed get carried away did they? (chuckling) Or is it just that they are lightweights and can't handle their stuff anymore? ( laughing) Ah did I win a few games.. you know it is kind of interesting, I really don't give a flying flip if I win or lose at pool these days. I'll pass up easy shots just to try and do something that is possible but not probable ( given the skill set I have to work with anyway) Yeah I won a few... and threw a few... and lost a few... funny about Iambe though, she used to be there anytime I picked up a cue... no one there last night but us fools... and there were a high percentage of those to the general populace... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Um...just typing coffee made me haveta HAVE some...and Bri? http://www.nola.com/saints/t-p/index.ssf?/saintsstory/saint14.html *smirk* but with kisses 'cause yer special...and that's all the gloating I'm gonna do...and I let ya off easy, because 'dem dat' knows me KNOWS normally I'd be "rooster strutting" all over the forum! and RON (can't keep you guys straight)..ya snuck in there while I was lighting the cig that had to go with the coffee..but don't ya just love when that happens...and thanks for the next poem idea...my sister the pool shark...grin...if I can find someone willing to loan me the bandwidth, maybe I'll post a pic to show WHY the guys would line up just to lose to her....  [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (10-14-2002 08:47 AM).] |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I had no trouble with the ending -- a sad acceptance, and a hope for both of you. Mike, with aioli breath (if that's how you spell it) |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Gotta go with the wows on this one K -- and I understood it all, maybe better than one should have. Deeply moving, honestly written, and I found the ending quite powerful. I know I don't poke my head in here much these days but I wanted to say I loved this piece, and or the emotion you wrung from me in the reading of it. Michael |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
serenity~ This is such a sad and touching story. You've penned it VERY well, and I had no problem undertanding the ending either. You pulled me right in with this one and it ran like a movie in my mind as I read. Unfortunately, not all movies have happy endings. Thank you for sharing this story, my friend. Hugs,  ~Vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I wanted to thank everyone (yet again) but had to come back to hug Michael--so good to "see" you, and how I miss your postings. It means alot to me that you liked this one--as you know, your own work lit a fire in me when I first joined Passions--never expected to stay either--but I have learned so much from you, both through your work and your replies of encouragement. I thank you. I DO wish you would grace us once again with one of your works. At least let us know when the book is available, yes? Hugs you. and Hugs to all...guess I'll go wrap my brain around something else for a bit. Hope it ain't a parked car. Heh heh?  |
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