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Spare a million dollars for a cup of coffee
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Spare a million dollars for a cup of coffee |
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gadfly4you Junior Member
since 2004-01-24
Posts 37 |
The moon reflects sparkler silver in the rain puddles lined along the littered street, a startling string of Chinese lanterns. Icy air licks my lungs like Sai swords as I carefully slither into the night. Twenty getcha forty, forty getcha eighty, eighty getcha a nice lady, hawks the Mexican Bob Barker as he bobs up and down, turning cards over the cardboard podium, like a reverend at Sunday Sermon. The words crunch like footprints in packed snow within my mind. I pray………..and crash into a trashcan teeming with rotten fruit, dirty diapers, and The New York Post. I slice my hand on the serrated rim. My finger bleeds for benevolence. Union Square Station. Down, Down, Down, Careful to avoid the spittle on the pocked red railing, I enter the lair that leads down to the Cyclops mole. I hear his screech, guttural, emanating through the entrails of the earth. Blown back by a windy wall of indifference, I step onto the platform. Cracked cement caked in urine. Whiskered Onyx eyes bounce up and down clacking echoes through the tunnel. I leave at least ten feet between me and the chasm. I stand close to the stairwell, back to the wall, eyes like pinballs. Bing bong, sing song, come along, pipes the mole. I hop inside careful not to look into the transparent sunglasses worn by the symbiotic creatures inside. A gaunt skeleton shambles along. His shoes sing to me, he will be dead soon. His overcoat, gray and lifeless, hangs loose, like elephant skin. His shoes swallow his feet like limpid catfish in a barrel. Suspended from a cord strung around his neck, a purple crayon sign grins from his chicken chest; “Spare a million dollars for a cup of coffee” Too late I say to myself, the shoes have spoken. Ignorant to this, he sidles over to me, Le Forze del Destino. His tobacco breath reaches down into my lungs and strangles the oxygen. I cough, I vomit, I die, I arise, and he is gone. “Pennsylvania Station, next stop Forty Second Street” chuffs the mole. One more block. I bolt, lightning quick, jackhammerin up the stairs two at a time, and carefully slither into the night. Elliptical soldiered streetlights pave the way. As if on stage a taught twitchy black man, dressed in fatigues, bathes within the glow, I cross. Arms rigid, legs slinky stiff, face like onion peel, he mumbles and crumples into the street, I go on. At the bottom of the escalator a crowd forms, static pops like careless corks over the radios, they rip the coat from his chicken chest and pump him like a shotgun, the sign strewn far. I join the rest of the liquid throng, mouth agape, eyes waxy, like iced fish at the market, and head down to the L.I.R.R. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
superb first post, definitely....the descriptions you incorporate in this write are absolutely stunning...welcome to Passions...a hearty welcome and very definitely looking for more. great write. |
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gadfly4you Junior Member
since 2004-01-24
Posts 37 |
Thank you much, I posted here years ago under another name....its wonderful to be back! |
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Voiceless Senior Member
since 2001-02-19
Posts 686Under the stars upon the wind |
Welcome back! Hopefully this time to stay! Freedom is not Free (Korean War memorial) |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Definitely some powerful stuff happening here.... Because of the weight and breadth of your images I really recommend you look at your line spacing.. At the moment you're not doing justice to your talent with this near-sloppy form... Images - great word-talent - great form - ties it together... enjoyed it, hope you post more...  K |
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McLean Member
since 2004-01-05
Posts 484state of marital bliss |
I'm a com-er-back-er-too from a long time ago...isn't it nice to know this steadfast haven is here? Welcome back! I enjoyed reading your expressive words and look forward to more! McLean  |
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gadfly4you Junior Member
since 2004-01-24
Posts 37 |
Thank you all for the kind words and the suggestions. It is much appreciated. |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Hi, and Welcome to Passions we are glad you have joined our circle of friends, and family…. Welcome Back! please check your email for a special greeting Kindly Greeneyes~  ~~**~~ I lie awake at night |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Welcome home! Karilea - if I whisper, will you listen? |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Welcome Back! Looking forward to seeing more of your work. ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ In the midst of winter.. |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
This has fantastic descriptions, very well done with the kind of "grit" i look for in this style of writing.. welcome/welcome back |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
   (smiles) Wow, oh my gosh, it is so great to have you back here, your stunning comeback is loaded with incredible narration and atmosphere, hey, who is the Mexican Bob Barker anyway? (giggles) Welcome to Passions, sweet friend, may you be inspired by all of us here as we will all be inspired by your lovely words! I can't wait to read more of your wonderful words, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "You'll find something that's enough to keep you |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Welcome to Passions. This is one of the most thought provoking most excellent writes I have read. Great job. |
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