if I don’t make a break for it
I will miss the red orange glow of sunset, long purple shadows and turtle doves and rabbits, the smell of creosote and orange blossoms, I will miss looking up at the sky and seeing a million stars.
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be bop let go
It’s green, really green, cartoon green. There are pink and yellow and beige and purple flowers. The sky is light blue.
Read Moredisturbed (fragment)
It disturbs me even thinking about it. I don’t embarrass easily, but this was such a disaster. The sound of one hand clapping.
Read More(more fragments) afraid of the dark
Dying, a dance, on a hot spring night. Its flood. The flood. The levees broke and bodies on top of cars, on roof tops, in trees, in the water, on the ground. Just there. No place for them. Where was Bush?
Read Morewhen i saw my father after 30 years
He can dance. We danced to some love song that was probably in DIRTY DANCING. He crooned to me while we danced. This Dad of mine, this Dad I never knew. I was having fun but was a little uncomfortable, too — I felt more as if I was on a blind date than at my half-brother’s wedding being reunited with my Dad after 30 years of no contact.
Read Moretime revolver (fragment)
I wish I could take the way back machine and just be in another time. See Patti Smith in concert in 1976. Or Jimi Hendrix. Or Janis Joplin. Or Mozart. Imagine that, seeing Mozart conduct one of his orchestras.
Read MorePork Rind Brain on a Winter’s Day in Queens
I don’t know if I can survive this violin. It’s an undulating magic carpet that has got me swinging from bedpost to bedpost.
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holly troy ~ sacred folly 