watercolor paint job and the soiled stream in rows throughout the veins Your silence hurts Your silence hurts me Born to win as the loser Born to escape pre-packaged and sold to the youth who are no longer angsty just downright cold and bored Lift it up and set down the rocketships Give me fuel Give me fuel Give me something I can burn and scatter the ashes over our future graves Flowers just can’t do the trick these days, they die too slowly so she told me from the foot of the bed before disappearing like the dawn (that rose-fingered touch) through the window-blinds And I’m sorry it hurts so she said to me before taking all her fingernails off and plaster-casting them to my own ruddy fingertips Congratulations! I feel the world in off-time jazz now but the beat just can’t do it for me I need something
constant.
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I like the “stream of consciousness” in this one Boo. Perhaps the continuity of thought flowing from one emotion to the next lends itself nicely to a lack of formal punctuation. I especially like “dawn” just before the parenthetical phrase which is similar to an expression used by Homer—”Rosy fingered dawn, the child of morning.” As for something constant, what is more constant than inconstancy! Truly enjoyed, Mr. Ghost!
Thanks for the comment and time, oxygon. Yeah, I think it reads better without the punctuation, and that quote about the dawn was actually inspired by Homer. I absolutely love The Odyssey so I figured I might pay a little homage to the masterpiece.
And damn did I love that girl. She’s gone now. The title comes from something she said out of context once. We were fighting a lot in those days. I was foolish and lost the touch of her beauty. That’s the context this “free-flow” was written under, for the curious and/or morbid that care to know.
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July 9th, 2009 at 5:08 am
This is ridiculous, me. You didn’t even use the proper punctuation. What kind of shit is that?
July 22nd, 2009 at 11:44 pm
I like the “stream of consciousness” in this one Boo. Perhaps the continuity of thought flowing from one emotion to the next lends itself nicely to a lack of formal punctuation. I especially like “dawn” just before the parenthetical phrase which is similar to an expression used by Homer—”Rosy fingered dawn, the child of morning.” As for something constant, what is more constant than inconstancy! Truly enjoyed, Mr. Ghost!
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July 26th, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Thanks for the comment and time, oxygon. Yeah, I think it reads better without the punctuation, and that quote about the dawn was actually inspired by Homer. I absolutely love The Odyssey so I figured I might pay a little homage to the masterpiece.
And damn did I love that girl. She’s gone now. The title comes from something she said out of context once. We were fighting a lot in those days. I was foolish and lost the touch of her beauty. That’s the context this “free-flow” was written under, for the curious and/or morbid that care to know.