Open Poetry #27 |
Mobility |
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Well, James and I got into a liter of V.S.O.P. brandy tonight, he's already passed out and moaning. And Marla's in the hallway sipping on spiked chai. While I'm on the couch all alone, and lack of mobility is a curse that was laid upon me by my druken grandfather, the one I'd only met once While he was on his death bead. On my mother's side where everything seemed pretty alright, untill that fateful night, when I discovered life just ain't fair. But I remember, the conversation between my mother and I on christmas eve in '99.. About how we delt with death.. The mechanism in which we controled the urge to weep .. The insurpassable need to be veiwed as strength in weakness. So, James and I finished off a bottle of rigid Canadian Whiskey, and limber, I became.. on the couch forgetting my name. I enjoy the purity of his movement, it makes up for the lack of mine. [This message has been edited by Kaoru (06-27-2003 04:57 PM).] |
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timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough |
Well....better to be on the couch unable to function rather than lying in the bathroom floor praying to the porceline God!! Loved It Kaoru! |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Kaoru: loved this piece by you - if you are shouting another round of whiskey I'll have one please! Roniece Dawson-Bruce |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
very much enjoyed |
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