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tying impression

Opal radiance--

the thumbprint's dust
on the mirror

A young woman's reflection in
the moving sale.

reflecting DNA.

I will pray at the fountain be
fore you.

A fractured moon.
The thimble caked with plasma dust.

A simple flame,
asking to be doused.

A simple shred--
That's all the fairy asked for
later, all your teeth.

A dimpled sun.

The stable of nuns
The dark horse with rosary beads
Instead of a tail

Woman in the mirror--
a camera filming her shut
spiritus sanctus, the
actress stops rolling her
funeral.

The man shrill and vituperant.
A needle under the thumb

Hanging frame of non cognizance.
An echo in swats

The movie changes into a painting.

A box of cobwebs cradled in a
mueseum, off display.

Taxi on the river Styx--
the dead man's bicentennial.

Juggling frames,
the painting changes!

A bomb falls
Screams hushed like gravel pop
on the Blackhawk's screen.

Have you seen me?
The missing poster ten
years old.

Pink missal papered
the calendar added up
incorrectly.

Sundraped lemonade
DOA, they called the dope,
and indeed

you were dead on arrival.

But never to me.

Silt teardrops fall on sycamore plutonium.

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Rottiestyl

Rottiestyl

16 years 8 months ago

This is interesting to say

This is interesting to say the least but could you tell exactly what your thoughts were as you wrote this? I see a child growing into drug addiction then death, is this close? This property Is Protected By Rott and Weiler
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Quillsvein1

16 years 8 months ago

my

thoughts were kind of tied between these impressions of the museum i was walking through and a young man i knew who, two days ago, died of a heroin overdose. i was sort of wondering what brought him there, though addiction isn't always that complex. thank you.
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Diatom Shells

16 years 8 months ago

quite a ride...

or stroll I should say, everything seemed to flow from one scene to the next exactly like a museum I think it is great how you tied the words to each scene precisely and accurate. lovely! -shells
Seren

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dear GB

This is an awesome write , where I live in the country there are no museums other than local ones that I walk through and see family so its nothing new for me ...but I love going to the city and just wandering through, soaking up the history,thank you I enjoyed it immensely :) Awesome slideshow of images, though sad ending ... love and respect Jayne x x
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lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Hi

What an array of words!. You told it like it is. Wonderful read. A lot of emotion went into this. And for your backdrop, a museum. Well done. Well wishes to you on the loss of your friend. Lyz. XX