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Oct. 26, 2006 Jupiter’s moons and the tears of the sun. Washing cement as the rains take time away. Ailing comets and a sky of disarray. Running around tracks after learning, in the deep solitude of cold and frost, when music is solace, when cars and trucks churn up the ease of the world. Apples in spring, and older women handsome and with secrets. Nylon, rayon, waves of silver. Manila envelopes and the brightly colored paperclips in a dim world. Walking, walking, and the sidewalks can’t hide their sadness, or what they’ve been through, what they’ve seen. Booths and sustenance and airborne car parks, or snow quiet and humble, dazzled by light. Go walk there. Train’s rumble, ahead. Ten million birds keep changing direction. Birds on a wire. Fret. Blink. Lie down and die. Fly. Get born. Get dirty. Get love. Hatefulness. Beautiful Sunday tanks, with plaques around, and green lawns and flowers under a cloudless sky. Look. Breathe. Long and gleeful yet sullen cemeteries, with names and graves and fallen soldiers too. What do soldiers, decades dead, think of Saturday morning gas stations, exercise machines, oil changes. The scarecrow and the wildflowers. Windmill windows of menacing darkness. Boxing matches, traffic and love letters. Sheep, thermal shirts, and crazy dogs sad. Entropy, big bangs, legions of angels, cosmologies for purview, old ethnic women, the philosophy of art, secular dandies, vanilla mountains. Toasters and the farmer’s almanac. Eye lashes and shoe boxes, beards, cows, ice, drapes, and envy. The grim reaper. Neighborhoods of the world. Smiling eyes and gemstones. A string of pearls. A plush red carpet. Colored lights. Handkerchief and ibuprofen. Desk jobs. Calendars. Industrial roads. A welder’s tools. The kitchen sink. Pluto and mars and the center of the sun. Rum. Glass jars. Toothaches. Air conditioners. Strange dreams. Paperbacks and mailmen and green doors. Short hair. Hardwood floors. She is a quiet storm that breaks the heart but can’t break all things. Homilies and a white spider. Milkshakes and crew cuts. Backwards glances. Thoughts that burn. Smiling eyes. Pastel tears. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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