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Post by Steve on Jul 31, 2006 15:40:36 GMT -5
(movie theatre empty Big Band squeaky from the speakers like tin foil it blankets the silence passing `tween our lips.
Lazy eye-lid ticket nazi slouchin like a sick vulture mistempered because of its knowledge of its own demise, crazy eyed 'got nothing to lose cause i never had' denying us tickets.)
(movie theatre two silence no music chilled echoes hang like clouds of words young kids said minutes before children now gone only rings of popcorn holy youth feathers from wings, so soft thorns torn through tissue.
the movie itself brought issues of silence, that fall from our shoulders and snag in the humid night like statues hang on cemeteries streetlights on roads my mind on your words lips on sores hung like poet's eyes on dead air paint on her brush sun on her hair hung like sorrow spun straight from the widow across the doorway to your better day. And we sped off in the night watching the trail of orbs in the rearview in our foriegn black commet watching our tail in the rearview mirrior.)
(the ferris wheel is lit of course it is bright traumatic colours against Atlantic sky. i remember nights around Easter when they would remove the old bulbs whose skin was grey like fishermen's and the sounds their bodies made falling into mass graves.
the ferris wheel is lit spinning like the heart gear of this aging monster, spinning to keep another thing living- without this wheel the Rats would never visit and we wouldn't have to sweep up their shit...
yes shut off the lights, kill the motor- i won't miss it.)
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