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By distant moon Date: 2001 Jun 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.30.21.41.17050]] |
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Anatomically correct, like bees or wasps are in comparison to their stingers. This _________ is spectacular. I leave it black, not because I don't know, but because I cannot word it. The only way is to randomly string together words that don't fit. But when looked at sideways...you can see it. Words that mean nothing when unattached and everything when combined. Like when she said that I am beautiful, I was pink and babified, infantile yellows and sipper cup blues. Death Valley dry while Niagara Falls. Boxy, rounded, sharpened Ginsu...but never dull, no, never dull. I grin from ear to shining ear in paraphrases of clippings from the Star Spangled Banner. Mangled from ship wreckage and torn from the mouth of the sea to its belly. Staring fate down with reckless abandon and bleeding blue. She sings only in the shower or while intoxicated. Never doubts herself. And I open like a hinge, a deadbolt, a loaf of bread to knife. She reads till her eyes hurt, blur, burn, blink and sting. And I cannot get enough. Yes, She sparkles... without the glitter, Friend. |