Posts Tagged ‘story’

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Christ

August 19, 2009

The air smelled of sport cologne, marijuana, and the distinct lack of a home smell that hotel rooms always seem to have. The only light was from the news on the muted TV and light in the bathroom. The door was left open. He was laid back on the bed, hands laced behind his neck, elbows out revealing his pale and veiny yet muscular forearms. His ankles were crossed and his black suede sneakers dangled off the bed.
He was wearing convenience store sunglasses and a sticker was still on the bottom of the left lens. The television’s blue light flickered and silently illuminated the crimson machine-printed flower designs on the polyester comforter like the 20th century flames of a primitive fire. The black lenses reflected the screen perfectly as if they almost understood whatever was being said. He was alone though and the other bed closer to the window was empty.

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The Ghost of a Sage

August 19, 2009

And it seems that thorns
Don’t break my high
Roses in a shepherd’s pie

And his wife said to hold up his arms
When the shadows came through the fence on the farm

A being crept and broke down the door
And they held each other for life
They knew that it would be here
From the glow of the whites of her eyes

And the shadow spread his arms
And threw back his cape
And hissed a cloud

That slowly enveloped the shepherd and the Woman
And they held each other for the night
Believing they would surely die

As everything leaked back into the shadow
And left
As the morning sun dripped its citrus
wholeness.

All into their eyes

They saw they were alive

And slowly the shadow traveled around the country side
Showing the other side of the moon
From behind their eyes