Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Of Brevity and Commonplace

“Abruptly thrust into utter stagnation” he cried into the darkened corner of the sunlit room. His answer to an unasked question resounded thick off of the stucco walls with a mocking echo, the tone of his own voice laughing soundlessly at his plight.

“Awash with unbridled anonymity” another cry to a specific person who wasn’t there. The swirling stucco formed the face and hat and curling shoes of a court jester with no sense of timing and a terrible delivery.

“Lost within a treasure map” and the ironic twist seemed to strengthen his resolve and lessen his will. The ceiling fan dangled ever more precariously, its hot air cooling no one.

“Interlaced with outer beauty” and he looked at the revolting décor of the former garden, now cemented and walled and windowed and curmudgeoned and blasphemed.

“The Death of a Talisman”, while his ears ached at the imagined sound from the motionless wind-chime.

“Rejoined with one I’ve never known” then sitting on the ceiling tiles that rested on the floor, the sign of repairs unfinished completely.

“Strolling through the carnival” he watched the stray returning home. An alley cat, on the sidewalk, near the road to the highway, watches cars coming, as it continues unabated into traffic.

“Living in the fruit flies dream” as he stares at the grandfather clock, its hands frozen at an hour long passed, and a minute nearly come.

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