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drowning in the bookstore (Free verse) by yarlgrenn

weak green eyes blink noncommittally down the stairs, those old rastafarian stairs, those winky and slinky downstairs. the ragged shoes go clatter-clatter down those stairs. and at the bottom, for a flash of an ounce of a glimmer-- the time bomb stopped-- the wise and cranky gentleman twirled: presented his velveteen rabbit to you plus his hat and his coat and his trousers and socks then he cuddled up his nose to you as he stood whiskery in short pants, there. yes, yes, and so he stood pinching his mustachios, peering at you in the gloom stacks and stashes of hordes of books loomed around and all about you tilting and filling this old and reverend hallway this tired and happy bookstore with its damp walls and its mildewed ceiling fans its be-spidered corners and creaking floors. normally a happy time, but this night (and I was there) there appeared some writing on a wall the libros sweated a pedant sort of dread it was overwhelming (I could see it in your eyes), far moreso than the leering gentleman in shorts... but as you waited, waited for the other one to drop, those book titles all lost their meanings, their covers bled together all the words and pictures and letters and all melted together and dripped to the floor. they slipped through our skin: we couldn't speak them fast enough. we nearly drowned in words that night.

horus8 12-Aug-02/6:02 PM
oh my god.jesus fucking christ.i don't even have an award for this, but i will soon. it's an anticlimactic fusion of the source and the ending it touches everything by not trying [sik] holy shit! yes, yes indeed, i.i.i.ifeel.u.u.u. through lead, when termites sink shiny new friggates off of some barren african shore..we will hold hands as brothers fit to babtise dusk. the termites will bring the creations of man's creations down in maddening swarms, as we watch,they eat, it's a million years from now, and we have lost our fifth digits and alovar processess to evolution. born with no tonsils, or appendixs' the sun has turned red dwarf. the ants will win the war. we just watch forever! neutral.h




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