"Patrick Frawley" (geistkoenig)
11/13/2014 at 22:16 • Filed to: open mic
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"Patrick Frawley" (geistkoenig)
11/13/2014 at 22:16 • Filed to: open mic | 1
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hard fast path follows the sweep of these hills between fields of grain left late, swift steel and glass shell pushing against itself a whispered shock of wind then onward
and I glance away from the path to the expanse, across the valley, a view yesterday and last week a scape of history and half-bare trees and colonial beliefs and scabbed miseries sinking into the stony earth
but now seen through a diffusion of thousands and thousands of translucent crystals, a lattice placed before all that is organic and pensive, ionized white slanted against yellow leaves and soil
it's lovely, it's too soon, it's alarming, it's okay
those dark restless venerated dreadful essential ages put under again, covered again with a soft scattered harsh cold, covered again with clean deference, done early this year
roll the throttle open wider, guide the shell faster along the course faster around an old gray truck spewing spray and malaise faster from underneath the descending shroud following the path that escapes the valley onward
chiefstinky
> Patrick Frawley
11/13/2014 at 22:28 |
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my yellow lab bent down gently, a deposit left behind, steaming, while I get the baggie
a glove is pulled off, baggie wiping away all evidence, we continue our hunt for the nearest bunny
one lens fogs up, we press on for home, leaving the ice, snow and darkness behind, the garage doors close, separating the cold demons from the warm, suburban prison inside