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LeeJ
Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296


0 posted 2004-10-29 08:00 AM


Arriving any minute now….
If only the held out hand of Prozac
Preys on the future
By the front door?
Where cherry trees were blooming
“Oh if only I could make it”, she thought
While polishing sounds coming through
From a puzzling TV, with great purpose
From the outside….

There was more outside, much more
But here, she could arrange the tables
Change the light bulbs
They didn’t fear her
She didn’t fear them
There were no bobbing tights
Clinging to her skin
Hitting her in the head
And she could see both sides of heater
In slow motion, spewing happy
Vital swarms in the air
Lovely features
Full bosomed, luminous green eyes
It was a heritage!

Keeping this ventricle in a drawer
Safe, remote…away from the world
Big secrets of colored pictures
Ones she had painted, which would perhaps
Sell...someday?
Never questioning the soft texture of brush

“Rich people lived here”, she thought…
If nothing else, she would donate
Her apartment door bell to full time hours
Giving away free coffee makers from Gevalia
Reading nursery rhymes to children
Playing soft new age music
Sipping wine, listening to neighbors

Smiling, she glanced at her day planner
There was nothing there today
Blank pages...but
“Oh the sounds lovely”, she thought
Fat smelling breath mints whispering
Today is yours, today is 4th of July skies

Hmmmm, she thought
Perhaps she’d venture outside
After the Prozac kicked her butt
But for now, she’d sprinkle heavy stones
From her shoes
Trace this easy lifestyle
Daydream about, Abercrombie & Fintch
In full lighted assortments
Blowing bubbles like a childhood mission
Kick up her feet
Gorge herself in ice cream
While thinking about the pregnancy within

Then, reach for the door knob
Slowly turn it sheding her skin
The old one…
Burn up all those pit bull pages
Dance circles round recollections
Teach arts & crafts on the front lawn
Visit the Adirondack Mountains
Where locusts mate

She smiled while thinking
“Good Ghosts finally caught up with me”
She was the story
She was the space…the piano
She…was Margarita Shevchenko

More human hearted then before
How many miles she’d driven?
Thinking, “Actually, it was a walk in the park”
Telepathically speaking, the Prozac started
Friday’s so rocked!
She could smell coriander
Dipping herself in palm tree sways
She would not be sleep deprived again
Unless, of course, it was flames of passion,
Keeping her awake

She grins and
A stream of consciousness
Tantalizing some holy trinity
Stunning ambition,
Richly detailed background music
Scents the room, lifts her lightly
Off her feet
And like an apparition,
Glides her deep into the open seed
Of delighted, unambiguous smiles

Waiting for her outside….
She was the smell of death
But now, she is, sweet dripping voice…
Her own Christian Church
“Now, tell me what you feel”

[This message has been edited by LeeJ (10-29-2004 10:27 AM).]

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Seymour Tabin
Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla
1 posted 2004-10-29 08:17 AM


LeeJ
What I feel is slightly dizzy, your writing
always does that to me. Have a good Friday.


Dark Stranger
Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631
West Coast
2 posted 2004-10-29 08:32 AM


Ms Lee J..I had a prescription bottle that I used to carry aspirin and vitamin C in..one day I made a new label that said PROZAC 10,000 MG and put in under my name and taped it over to look professional....quite often during heated board meetings with other companies I would open the PC case and out would roll my bottle..rattling across the table..some helpful soul would always grab it and hand it back to me..after reading the label of course..was really surprising how the whispers of "postal" seemed to spread the room...and no one would anger me after that...dunno why..I mean I am harmless ..

yada yada yada..but your poem was dynamite

inkedgoddess
Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392
Ohio
3 posted 2004-10-29 08:38 AM


you give an honest and enlightening look
in someone's window,with still enough left to ponder upon

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200
Between the Lines
4 posted 2004-10-29 09:23 AM


how much I can agree....you say all those feelings in many words yet simplified in picture


and Dark~~ I can just imagine

Lee for always making me feel

M

JL
Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128
Texas, USA
5 posted 2005-01-26 07:02 PM


“Hmmmm, she thought
Perhaps she’d venture outside
After the Prozac kicked her butt
But for now, she’d sprinkle heavy stones
From her shoes
Trace this easy lifestyle
Daydream about, Abercrombie & Fintch
In full lighted assortments
Blowing bubbles like a childhood mission
Kick up her feet
Gorge herself in ice cream
While thinking about the pregnancy within”

WOW!  Reads like a movie script, for sure!
Enjoyed.

JL

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