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Drexler_McStyles Member
since 2002-11-18
Posts 195Venice, Ca |
the summer concessions dwindled in number as the days began getting shorter women began wearing heavier skirts and stopped taking tall orders the BBQ was gathering moss and the flowers on the cactus didn’t come around any more there was beer in the fridge and white rice there was bread, next to tweaked bottle tops edible, even to the motherly wives who still came around to check your gauges and push your buttons there was the Firebird won in a drug deal from a kid who was on his way to San Quentin sitting in the carpark you wake on Monday and begin putting furniture out on the sidewalk every third trip out you find something missing by the time you come back from lunch everything is gone on tuesday the guy from the record store comes and takes the whole lot away you almost shed a tear as you close the door wednesday you box up the loose ends the things that didn’t find their way into your pack or the dumpster and mail them to the family that night you invite everyone who is still in town over for wine and song everyone smokes and drinks and wails about all the times put behind them we make love, promise to write whisper eulogies, give and take keepsakes one by one, they go when the sun comes those of you left make your way across the boardwalk to the rim of the tide rolling off the pacific no one speaks as the world rises higher walking back the remaining core begin to branch off one left, another right heading back to their own ends of the world until at last you are left to walk alone inside the apartment you lay down on the carpet and crash waking in the early evening you shower stuff the last of your things into the bags that you zip closed throw that light switch for the roaches one last time and step out into the dusk sliding one set of keys under a door and another into your ignition taking one last glance at the world you created there is another world you can hardly recall somewhere outside the picture frame you have kept on your nightstand for far too many years a week here a month there until you begin to understand the possibilities and opportunities a man can wage once he is free of crutches and low reaching crescendos [This message has been edited by Drexler_McStyles (05-28-2003 12:39 PM).] |
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CaseyLeigh Junior Member
since 2003-05-15
Posts 48 |
you were never meant to be a caged bird. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I sure did need to read this tonight |
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ljossberir Member
since 2003-05-04
Posts 81Ny, USA |
amazing! beautiful! nearly made me cry.... enough said -matt |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
well written... and well told... enjoyed this I did...and though it seems to mark a closing of one piece of a life it begins another... one has to wonder eventually though..how long the road runs and how fast the tides change. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
(except for the roaches) a story of life. I picture it as several steps of change. *s M |
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