Perhaps it was the protruding veins on her hands, or the unresistant fate of her predicament, but a quiet hatred stirred in her feebleness. It was a kind of stew that bubbled on the stove, unstirred, so the brittle meat and rotten peas were left unsuspected between straight lips and crossed ankles.
The wooden box rested on the shelf beside an ivory elephant and ancient teacups. Its factory wood glowed bright as plastic grass sat inside. Each strand was perfectly spaced, perfectly level, perfectly straight, perfectly green. The 8x5 grass patch had remained that way for years. Thankfully though, it grew blurrier and blurrier everyday -- at least from the chair where she sat.
The grass was more than her enemy, it was also her need.
Her lover from a wild night.
Her victory, as well as her death.
A final fling with passion, eclipsed with a smoking barrel roll.
Decay is foreign only to grass that is plastic.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Monday, December 28, 2009
Flowing Garden (Part II)
I put down my spade and looked into the dirt. I saw movement there. Perhaps a bug? I leaned over more and more -- searching. I went past the grass blades. I went beyond the flat, brown masquerade as crumbly mountains and valleys drew near. Closer and closer I ventured.
Until I fell in.
Until I fell in.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Clouds
Friday, July 24, 2009
Sonnet
Silver coated spoons and glistening pots,
Stand tall in the kitchen, lined row by row.
Treasured stuffed birds and Huckleberry tops,
Bask in the fire's ethereal glow.
Just a candle I am, droopy and marred,
Homely and stuck to a crude wooden bowl.
Hidden in the corner where Shadows guard,
A hidden fixture and a melted soul.
But I know I'll exist when you come near,
For I am yours! I am for your desire!
You are a warming glow-- the Shadow's fear,
You are the One, you are this candle's fire!
Soaring Great Eagle, and Delicate Dove,
Sweet Warming Wine, immense ocean Love.
Stand tall in the kitchen, lined row by row.
Treasured stuffed birds and Huckleberry tops,
Bask in the fire's ethereal glow.
Just a candle I am, droopy and marred,
Homely and stuck to a crude wooden bowl.
Hidden in the corner where Shadows guard,
A hidden fixture and a melted soul.
But I know I'll exist when you come near,
For I am yours! I am for your desire!
You are a warming glow-- the Shadow's fear,
You are the One, you are this candle's fire!
Soaring Great Eagle, and Delicate Dove,
Sweet Warming Wine, immense ocean Love.
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