true barren destitution, suckling at the dusty remnants of a dried river bed, divining rod extended at the crotch...
arid desert breaths, emitting puffs of dust from cracked and flaking lips, smacking tongue, dry heaving drops of acrid bile up into the back of the throat and a little bit even onto the taste buds.
show me a glass of water. just show it to my face long enough only for my eyes to signal to my brain that it is water. "is this what you are looking for, sir?"
but. despite it being precisely what i need, i'll not be sure how to answer. and so i'll equivocate until you line me up against a wall and pulverize me with a fire hose.
09 December 2013
Giraffes and Gazelles
So he put his hands down between his knees, shrugged his shoulders and smiled. The smile was a big one. An understanding one. It was unclear to him how it had happened to him. But it had.
His one boy was eating animal crackers two fistfuls at a time, reaching both hands into the bag and coming out with giraffes and gazelles between his fingers. The kid's personality and charisma were indescribable. He was untouchable.
His other boy had the smile and face of his father's. And a head full of mischief, despite his age. Acknowledging and then ignoring with a smile any correction (for safety or any other reason) that you offered. In his own way, he too was untouchable.
Someone older and wiser had told him that the days go by slowly but the years rapidly. Someone else had told him that life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans.
Good advice to remember he thought. And so he stopped making any plans. He leaned his head back, shut his eyes tight, held his breath and tried to make time stop. So he could feel now forever.
His one boy was eating animal crackers two fistfuls at a time, reaching both hands into the bag and coming out with giraffes and gazelles between his fingers. The kid's personality and charisma were indescribable. He was untouchable.
His other boy had the smile and face of his father's. And a head full of mischief, despite his age. Acknowledging and then ignoring with a smile any correction (for safety or any other reason) that you offered. In his own way, he too was untouchable.
Someone older and wiser had told him that the days go by slowly but the years rapidly. Someone else had told him that life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans.
Good advice to remember he thought. And so he stopped making any plans. He leaned his head back, shut his eyes tight, held his breath and tried to make time stop. So he could feel now forever.
a dance
i was standing on my own two feet. you were dancing with me. i feel the dainty wrist draped over my shoulder. hand hanging down delicately, finger tips softly moving across my jacket. and things came to light that never have before.
this time tomorrow, all will be back to norm. chaotic, uncontrollable norm. but now, we sway silently. heads aglow, eyes not shut but unfocused, senses narrowed, breathing. not knowing tomorrow to exist. only knowing now. just. now.
this time tomorrow, all will be back to norm. chaotic, uncontrollable norm. but now, we sway silently. heads aglow, eyes not shut but unfocused, senses narrowed, breathing. not knowing tomorrow to exist. only knowing now. just. now.
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