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Jan. 25, 2007 Clouds Stripes on shirts And elevators Go up and up Forever Cold streets And fast food Or the malls Of everywhere Clouds overhead They wondered If even those Were real… Some crazy Man smashing Glass in the main Road Some wild Lady wandering In traffic they Try to help her She gives them The bird Clouds overhead Somehow They became Too real Cool and Crisp It was cool and crisp where she brought him. It was on the top floor, and the rest of the house was empty. It was a large house, with six bedrooms, and a three-car garage. There was a pool, and a large garden. Beyond the backyard, there was a forest, and sometimes foxes or even a deer could be seen. The bedroom was all white, and there was no clutter. He pulled up her skirt and they embraced. He began to unbutton her blouse, which was white, like the drapes, the sheets, and the carpeted floor. As they kissed, she began to feel her heart race and race. She put her hands around his back. He lifted her up onto the bed. Then he thought he heard something. She had heard it too. It was the front door. “My husband!” she yelled, and then put her own hand over her mouth because she realized she had just yelled. “Get the hell out of here. Quick. Through the window.” He opened the window and stuck his head out. There were bushes there. He jumped out. He fell out in a willful way more than he jumped. He had never had to make such an escape before. When he landed, it was in a bad way. He got tangled in the bush, and hurt his angle. A feeling of stark and bare reality hit him about the time he hit the bush. He then felt dread so acutely that it was like someone had injected a thing called dread into his veins. Off he ran, through the forest, and then came around back to the main street, and tried to look calm as he approached his car, got in, and drove away. He was so beside himself as he drove along that he cut off another car by accident while making a lane change. “Wake up you idiot!” called a bearded man from the other car. The clock in the car read ten minutes past twelve. He needed a drink. As long as it was after noon, he could have a drink. He drove to a local pub and parked. He went in. It was cool and crisp in there. He was feeling a bit better, but needed a beer and a shot, in that order. That would set things straight, as straight as they could get considering the nervousness his close call had caused him. ------------ 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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