GREED

 

GREED

He says, "Your'e like a...it's a combination of this earth mother and a......flower."

She marched through rain against insight

for a velvet green muffler.  The velvet drew her tramping

in soaked leather toward it.

She says, During the movie, I thought of the times I wanted to feel someone's hand at my throat.  It scared me."

Sunflowers crimped in the periphery.

Orange letters re-alphabetized her hair.  Like thirsty birds.

He says, "They reminded me of you."

Later, "Wear them in good heath."

To a beggar circling round she waved her eurythmic hand proclaimiing, "I'm starving too, but it's green I crave."

There are 35 cut glass sperm on display in the newspaper.  Tiny snakes aiming for each other's trajectories and curling.   Smash them?

It will remind her, so the rain encourages her to think, of the impossible emerald she's become as his mistress.  In bed alone she things, "I don't want her red hair tinting my dreams."

Is there a horizon of longing or does it pinch upward to a pole like a giraffe craning always for the leaf it can't chew?  The color's never the same as the color in your mind.  You're never what you think you will be.

Her neck won't take its noose. Like some creature's sympaathy the rain comes from below.

A grove of broccoli became the object of her hunger for the green scarf.  Oily spears jumble her plate.  As she eats, hair begins to grow -- just as she was always told it would-- on her chest in luxurious shafts.

Let me tell you this.  After the cackling, a twisted shoe fell from the ceiling.

Isn't the garlic hot?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[ALifeAquatic]

It's with some trepidation that I leave this review. I read your profile before hand and it would seem that you don't need little unknown people like myself to leave reviews on your posts.

Having said that I think it would be a shame if this engaging and brilliantly surreal piece of writing wasn't reviewed and rated very highly. I've read it a few times now and each time I've grown more and more fond of it, I wouldn't say that I can totally understand what you're trying to get at! But thats probably why I like it so much, I don't like books or poetry to be open and easy to read, I like the doors to be shut forcing me to open them.

I've finished rambling, brilliant piece!

AHouseOfChambers