Sinking to the beat
I want to crash over a cliff of sorrow, an old lady's bone tied to my hair, your black heart bouncing mine on a trampoline, that no other party could imagine - my corpse wilting pathetically into mush in the midday sun - a trick not even my worst enemy would envision. I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep. But I know I would botch it all up. Like you did your level best to in that email that ended this whole lineup of past secretive hotel meetings in discreet neighborhoods, my chest once beating so hard I thought it would explode in cosmic delight.
Now, I gots nothin left but the flattened popcorn wedged into the sole of my shoe from our last meeting - the original Titanic at the Thalia.
Now, I gots nothin left but the flattened popcorn wedged into the sole of my shoe from our last meeting - the original Titanic at the Thalia.
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Author's Note
From a 1/1/11 prompt by Meg Pokrass.
Include these first words of 2011: crash, sorrow, bone, hair, black, trampoline, party, wilting, trick, enemy, pajamas, botch, level, e-mail, lineup, hotel, chest, cosmic, gots, popcorn
I did mine before realizing word order was not required. So this is.
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love this. loved it on my wall. love it here. happy new year. I think this is really something, you have to send it out. it is something else. I loved the Thalia.
I love how much there is packed to into this, and the absolute weirdness of it -
'I want to crash over a cliff of sorrow, an old lady's bone tied to my hair, your black heart bouncing mine on a trampoline'
Your use of the prompts makes for such strange, magical wordings.
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fantastic, walter, what a ride! and especially that ending. very physical and photographic too, in a way, though i don't know if i'd use this word hadn't i known that you're a great photographer also.
Second one of these I've read that I couldn't come within five miles of writing. Nice job.
Thanks Meg, for the prompt and commennts - who couldn't love the Thalia even before entering the first time.
Roberta - thanks too - I have had "old ladies hair tied to my bones" in my back pocket for a few decades. Just plop into the singular, flip-flop and that tied the other two segments together. Total serendipity.
Marcus - so you are sayin' that as a writer I am a great photographer? Thanks, I think.
Larry - A lot of people like to stay a minimum of 10 miles from my work, so I appreciate it.
Damn, WB. This is a helluva thing.