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Chapter 3 – The Silver Flute, Pt. 1

26 Sep

This is the story of a young woman who discovers that the mystery of life lies not in death but in the desire to live.

Like most people her age, she is deeply depressed by the current standard of living ie. those established by mainstream society to achieve the “American Dream”. Or maybe she is just the laziest sun ever risen. She feels the nineties have nothing offer. Money means debt in her middle class world of woe. She sighs, thinking of time past and wishes for a more romantic age. In these pages you will travel with her on her quest for a reason to exist, however far from suicidal she believes herself to be.

Life is a series of ironic jokes and disappointments to her. It is difficult to decide whether she should laugh or cry most of the time. Death is the worst joke of them all. Hell is reserved for people stuck on earth and heaven is what you make it. This is a mystery.

The Silver flute gave her confidence and put a song on her lips and she strode toward her favorite midnight meeting place. The neighborhood was not such that young women like her should feel secure, but she did. In fact, she felt safest in the middle of the road because if it was anybody’s territory – it was hers. Besides, a good solid silver flute hung over her right shoulder to be wielded as a weapon if ever she came upon trouble.

Not many things in her life gave her such a feeling of self-possession. At the age of 21, she was constantly reminding herself of reality. In high school she thought herself a loner in the midst of the popular crowd. An entire existence was birthed for her then, along with its twin—a passionate nature that would cause her much grief. She led her life as an Miller-Burroughs inspired adventure of the seediest kind. Her classmates were often under the impression she was stoned and she did nothing to disway them. Perhaps she felt her cover was better kept under a cloak of narcotic bliss otherwise known as sheer stupidity.

Furthest from the truth is what she shared with those she thought to be below her because the truth is we come from people much, much better than we are now. Or so her devastatingly shameful parents explained to her when she came home high again on their example, but all parents are equally disappointing to their teenage children. It wasn’t that her mother and father weren’t good to her. They gave her everything she ever asked for.  She was the only girl in her class with both of her original parents which has to count for something. The house was nice and mom always kept a beautiful garden in the front yard perfect for picking flowers for the teacher on the way to school.

It must have been a stigma – too much television and not enough veggies. She once smashed a roach on the forest green and gold shag carpet in her room and before she could find the nerve to pick it up and throw it away there were a thousand-trillion baby roaches feasting away on their own mother. Soon after, she packed up her Barbies and decided to move.

Her flute had been a gift from a friend of the family. Upon hearing her play he told her he could not keep such a fine, expensive instrument for himself – a mere novice. Yeah, he talked like that. But he was cool and he rode a Harley so it wasn’t like he was gay or anything and even if he was, well hell that would be cool too because he was big. Like, I’ll kick your ass just for looking at me sideways big thought I’m certain he never had to raise a hand because one look would have been enough.

To be continued…

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Chapter 3 – Hero

15 Sep

Interference

Clearance

Atop a sky rise

We were blind to his demise

Leaping toward a concrete grave

From a certain mortal disappearance

No citizen could save

Until he came along

Tall and strong

In birdlike flight

He swooped the man up

As we cried with delight

Then horror again

As the shouts out

Just let me die!

Our hero drops him

Chapter 3 – Clap

14 Sep

The roses grew impatiently

Folding their limbs to passers by

Lifting lids for light alone

Revealing sweet tornado eyes

Catching my secret glances

Sparks fly.

Precious core of you

Apple seeds

Man with one-thousand tattoos

An opera singer dreams

While the rock star screams

They are lovers

Sleeping not so silently together

Bodies four-legged and entwined

Flip/flop

Not kind

My hair is on fire

While my face cracks with the cold

Snap!

Play that harmonica

Patty cake game

Clap!

Chapter 3 – Where are You?

13 Sep

Summertime friend

It has been a cold winter

Without your hands

Holding mine

Walking the streets to

Pass away time

Do you play golf?

Or would you rather

Strip yourself clean

To run around

On the green

Let’s order some pizza

Read our poetry

Listen to the crickets sing

Then chase them

Round n’ round

‘til we fall on the ground

And the sprinklers come on

And so do we

Let’s drive away

To some desolate place

Watching meteor showers

Drinking wine

I would be your dreamer

If you would be mine

Chapter 2 – At the Rainbow’s End

12 Sep

The rainbow over your head

Is fading

The pot of gold

In empty

My legs are weary

My thoughts leave me

Lying low

Wondering

Wandering

My path has broken

Three roads stand before me

I only want to sleep

Tomorrow, travel the way the wind blows

Or the rail that dreams show

Give me your own sign

So that I might know

You still live in the center

Weather leaves little time

For waiting

Was it luck that your love blew

Me in the right direction

Chapter 2 – It is Done

8 Aug

Irish dancing tunes

Surround my bed,

My house, my head

We are all laughing

As the skin peels

From my face and neck

Lovers are bitter

Above me

A young man lies

Below me

Kittens sleep

Beside me

My eyes are heavy

With sleepy thoughts

My hands are yet weak

From the strain of today

In the darkness

A single demon dances

Leading me

To an open door

Number three

Still more

Number four

Number one

It is done

Chapter 2 – Seven Dreams of Death

8 Aug

Ceiling drips blood-stained secrets

Upon me

Fury rages like crematory fire

Bullet through skull

Piercing delicate brain

Pain without death

She had a bad aim

Played a worse game

Hurry! Shoot again

Before conscience comes

Before horrid shock dulls.

It was a dirty trick

Letting me live

Never knowing when she would

Pull that trigger and

Bring on the end.

Visiting my lover

Happy times I found

So close to the ground

Of my grave

I told her to shoot

Suddenly realizing he

Would never see me alive

After all this time

Rush of regret

No, don’t!

My words were slow

Like a movie of a person

With a piece of metal lodged

In her skull

Too late?

I’m gasping for dry air

Bubbles burst

The hole in my head

Bleeds red

Hair color, matted, stringy

Funny feelings

Living now

Is just not for me

Everything that happens

Simply has to be.

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