Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Dennis
Taking out the wildlife leaves the picture
undaunting.
Helplessly, little creatures let themselves
blister
within the packaging. A pliant green Styrofoam
wash
scratched with seagulls fills every quadrant,
every caesura.
Melanie and Andrea primping their skirts
on the floor
quibble through the separators. Today was
a great aunt
Sunday. A lavender water morning. A eucalypt
dilly dally.
A tiger insincerity embossing a pastel lozenge
quickly.
And both of them sense how deliciously hopeless
a run
across the road to meet Dennis is. At least
he's left
with lanes and spatula-strokes and stretched
hands.
// posted by George Manka @ 4:54 PM 
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Hi Bernoid!
Work is keeping me in Europe at the moment. I am rescheduling my whole year, if not my life! I need to find balance and perhaps fulfilment (if it is not too expensive).
As they say in Ireland: "sweet mudder of Jesas ... dair's only so many pints in each boozer!"
Or more poignantly: "Touch me again, Fudda! I tink me rosary's on da blink!"
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Work is keeping me in Europe at the moment. I am rescheduling my whole year, if not my life! I need to find balance and perhaps fulfilment (if it is not too expensive).
As they say in Ireland: "sweet mudder of Jesas ... dair's only so many pints in each boozer!"
Or more poignantly: "Touch me again, Fudda! I tink me rosary's on da blink!"
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