Sunday 11/26/2006 12:10:00 AM

They were all worried about the paint job. What with the drunk girl wandering around. We were lobbying for frailty, but truth won out. In the subtle hiccups it usually effects. When it's disappointed.

If you ask me I'll swear I've never been loved. Not in that way. Who would ask anyway. But if they did, I'd point them to the candy wrappers I call walls. The lack of teeth marks in them.

They bit. But never swallowed.

There were moments I thought I knew everything. In the slow hum of failure it all seemed true. In the deep laugh of life undone they scratched.

So many lovers unwrapped.

4 comments:
Miao said...

I love the sentence 'We were lobbying for frailty, but truth won out.' Anyway your entries remind me of stills from an old movie.

RuKsaK said...

'unwrapping lovers' there's a way to describe the act of writing itself - I might have to use that.

I'll credit you though

Buffy said...

Fabulous post! I love it.

alcoholic poet said...

miao - what an eloquent compliment. thanx.

ruk - i'd like that. feel free to do so.

buffy - thanx.



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