Prime mover, shapes puller.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Thought of His Never Spake

A day long in the tooth at least, he thought to himself. You could think many things about it. You could count the steps you took if that was the kind of attention you paid. Or the flavor of it. Or that it had no flavor. Like an em in your mouth, keeping you from speaking at least speaking anything you wanted to say. But one thing you couldn’t say about the day was that it was damned. This was not a damned day.


Each second before piping up was like the throat of the frog, swelling with expansion. Pregnant with air, with breadth. And just as quickly gone inside to lay with the beautiful machine that even though it was crafted years ago still went without hands tending it. And each thought of his never spake. Like the thankless hero in an unpublished novel that was writ with hardened and scarred hands that knew land better than word. Hands that knew the cruel limit of the living as if it were the cruel selfishness of wood in space, the kind the dead know from inside their caskets.


A some kind of blue he’d rather not so closely identify with but does. And it isn’t until he stops for a moment, lying on his empty belly, that he realizes his sheets are that color and so is the dirty shirt lying next to the sheets and so are his shoes and so is his demeanor. A powdered blue, lacking any luster really, but making the perfect metaphor. Light enough to dismiss any serious darkness, but blue enough yet to if only in illusion suggest that this mans waveform is somewhere close to melancholy in an averaged emotional spectrum. More ukulele than trumpet he might say it like.


But news just arrived on the slipstream behind her as she enters the room. She’s got that metaphor where she wants it. And now she’s gonna eat it. Sunrise reveille. There’s that blue again just outnumbered by orange. It’s sorbet colors and in their books that’s just alright. And in this room it looks like and quacks like what poets and composers in every case fall just so short of really, truly, capturing.


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