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Feb 28, 2008 6:15 pm
1918 Views |  | Ohhh...just another poem. Actually it's a re-write from something I wrote a while ago. Title ideas anyone?
I pretend
that I am dead,
a child wrapped
in gauze
and blithely hiding.
There is no me
only breath
and
an imaginary sleep
wrapped
haphazardly.
I pretend
to be asleep
and everyone knows
that I am dead,
a mummy-child -
my eyes try
not to blink
in time
to the heart-beat
of hiding.
I am dead
and everyone
pretends
to celebrate
the seething haze
of my once
imagination. |
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| Bones parting earth |
Feb 26, 2008 7:54 pm
1522 Views |  | Ever-patient, Alice waited for her landing. In some small way she knew that it would come too soon, but in what heart could fill a Queen, she knew the beauty of being grounded.
But not nearly quite that fast.
She could not have imagined the feeling of metal splitting wood but would forever now encase herself in that single memory of flesh splitting air, of bones parting earth, even deep into their decay. Alice slid. And rolled and skidded and tumbled until her skirts wrapped in ragged leggings around her. She fell at all odds and ends, a bruised lump, and became a crumpled mushroom drying in the morning sun.
Consciousness forsook her for many hours. The earth circled endlessly; birds flew with golden trinkets spread fluttering beneath them, the trick-treasure of Alice's hair; trees flailed an island-echo and hovered. Alice slept the mind-less sleep for nearly a day and a night.
Yet still
she flew. |
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| She became a bullet |
Feb 20, 2008 7:37 pm
2014 Views |  | The plundering was nearly a mystical thing, and had it not been for the sharp edges that sheared at everything Alice as she sailed with terrific velocity over her assailants' heads, she would have felt the bluest arc of her body, a trajectory graceful and free.
As Alice hurtled, she began to know the sluice of direction and the final destination of air. Her hair became an arrow and the sight of speed was behind her, floaming on waves visible beneath her skirts. Her face cut tendrils through the sky and pierced molecules and saplings and raced against the stars, framed like a Van Gogh. She was as fast as Kandinsky.
She became a bullet.
She became faster with time
and time began
to move
on silvered clouds
and she was ink
into the night
what we don't see
beyond the sky
the will
of twilight |
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| Bloodied and befuddled |
Feb 15, 2008 10:16 pm
1865 Views |  | A bad thing happened on the way to see the Queen. Not bad as in transcendence has descended bad, no, this was volcanic ash on the wind shield oh my god we're still alive (are we?) bad. The kind of time that sees the ear-less David Lynch walking bloodied and befuddled, stranded by a roadside accident long since over. Yeah, that's the type of thing that happened to Alice as she stumbled toward the castle.
Here's what: the afternoon came late as Alice traipsed, a footfall a minute it seemed, through the forest. As a matter of record, the day was interminable. Walking. Walking. Walking. All to where? Her tandem mind moved in a straight line - but...to where? Walking.
Walking.
At first the red glimpses seemed part of the path...a flower maybe? a tree? But as she went on they soon began to shape themselves into towers of white and paper hearts. Crowded walls appeared from nowhere and began to paper her in, folding her, holding her.
Now they carried her, their spindled hands, relics of some evolutionary past, grasped around her two arms, her two legs, as if she were a child waiting for one more toss into the air. But they did not let go and she was flung, a sideways trapeze atop the deck. And then, so suddenly, she was flung again yet this time the giant playing cards (for that is what they were) did not hold on and Alice
began
to sail... |
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| Raging |
Feb 13, 2008 6:21 pm
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| The balloon of fantastic snores |
Feb 13, 2008 5:21 am
1685 Views |  | All through the afternoon and evening of Caterpillar's long sleep, Alice lay awake, buried beneath the balloon of his fantastic snores and burrowed into a Mushroom cocoon. She couldn't sleep, her mind wobbled with the keen hum of exhaustion and thought, worry and disillusion. How was this happening to her? She could not now even recall how she had come to Caterpillar in the first place - and she was always good with anniversaries and keeping calendars. But everything, everything was moving fast. Time and thought, now so interwoven, streamed through the clearing in tandem confusion to blanket her in fear. How had she gotten here?
It was well past gloaming when Caterpillar finally stirred, sorting himself in accordion layers, rolling back and forth in an effort to fold upright. Alice was now bent, head deep between her knees.
"Alice?" But Alice just shook her head. Her hair lay seething down her back; her arms wrapped defiantly around her legs.
"Let me go...I have to go, Caterpillar." It was a bare whisper, but somehow it carried across the clearing. A star-lit sound parted from her mouth.
A struggled sigh. She cleared her throat.
"You cannot keep me here like this. I do not know if I am here or there, on my way, just coming home...and where the hel1 is my home? I seem to have misplaced it.
How did I get so old?
I remember so little.
But I do remember...I do. Let me go.
I think the Queen is waiting." |
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| Really |
Feb 11, 2008 7:18 pm
1780 Views |  | She had come back and gone again come back and gone again come back and gone again come back and gone again come back and gone come again back and gone.
Really. |
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| Alice's Synapses |
Feb 10, 2008 1:13 pm
1548 Views |  | Before she could clearly make out the image of Caterpillar's rolled and fluffy face, Alice felt herself begin to slide down the rock, her muddied foot dangerously close to the water.
"Alllliiiiiccccceeeee..." croaked Cat. "Come back." The creek began to shiver in rays of silver and whisky colored phosphorescence. Alice started out of her reverie, jerking back and grasping hard, nails digging into rock moss, floundering for earth. She had heard him and it was as if he were there, next to her, striding Mushroom, casual as a sunflower. "Alllliiiiiccccceeee..." and Alice felt the hardened damp beneath her begin to shift and soften. Her hands stilled and her body cradled back into something easier and familiar.
"Oh Cat," she sighed. And she was wrapped within him, within a dew of afternoon sun and rosy cheeks and the ring so golden on its chain. And Mushroom held her, too and she was forted once again.
"Ahhh...there you are now my pet. Don't go running off again. You do worry me so, Alice." And between his snuggled embrace and the bits of sky she could glimpse through his folds lay the whir of Alice's synapses.
And whirring and whirring they were... |
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| The Surprise of Mud (Alice part 3,037) |
Feb 3, 2008 6:28 pm
2046 Views | The surprise of mud was complete and Alice felt her leg being slurped beneath the surface, nearly to the calf. She could feel, too, the parenthetical presence of the creek creatures as they hurled themselves around her ankles. "Ooof. Goddamned mugrats."
She paused again to listen, one leg in and one out of the slime. But now the water was at ease, carting itself downward, offering barely a foothold for her trouble. "Huh," sighed Alice.
With one wicked and mighty pull, she disengaged from the muck and, now choosing her steps with more care, she made her way to Grandfather Rock who was sudden clear through the cloud-light. "Alice," puffed Rock as Alice took her seat, the girl already peering into the deceptively reflective creek, searching out the moving silver, but only to see... | |
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| Trapdoor of Vices |
Feb 2, 2008 10:12 pm
1874 Views |  | The freeze of night had come and Alice's dress hung in icy solitude about her. It wasn't enough, but she could not now turn back. She was as certain as a conifer that the ring rested somewhere beyond the mushroom patch. Perhaps she had dropped it even upon her return home (a return which was widely reported on by said conifers and other deciduous fragments, but news to Alice herself. Gone?).
A ring of voices enveloped her. A seeming trapdoor of vices held loosely just out of her reach and echoing beyond her walls. With infamous poise she stopped every few yards, fingertips outstretched, listening for the earlier call. Head aloft, all she felt was a Caterpillar tendril, light and leafless: sustenance.
The need to be scared occurred desperate and sudden.
Alice turned back but so swiftly did the sky descend to halt her way that she stumbled, a rolling fall that took her far beyond the wooded path. "Allllliiiiiiiiccccccccccccccccccccccccce"hushed the creek. "Sit here a while with us. See the silver move."
Hands to hips, Alice swayed a bit in her bargain for gravity, but soon was creek-side mustering her common sense. "I've come here for the gold," she whispered. |
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