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Photographic Documentation

images from my life and yours

Created on 2006-03-19 20:20:56 (#9820659), last updated 2006-10-05

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Name:	Isabella
Birthdate:	1987-11-23
Location:	Lafayette, Louisiana, United States
Website:	the best myspace ever

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A Single Trio Holiday
(or)
The Unmasked Mistakes of Breaks

I.

When we were kings:

Couples of curfews poured from
smitten metal ships. Forget-me-nots
slowly trailed behind them like
lacy veils or tiny feminine scents
sent at midnight and later.

Small creativities and revolutionaries
were loose down the corridors
trying to find one more hit of something,
leading to one thing, then more indulging!

Cherries tasted more and more like
charity! And you were rediscovering
what was good about a smile
with white catty-corner edges that bubbled
over like champagne.

II.

I was again found lost, up in a hallway maze
with a hard piano chord delicately filling in
the empty space between a movie soundtrack
and the dark clack of castanet voices elsewhere.

A false royalty was written on her shoulders with red stars
that spread across the plane of the evening,
while everything else was winking or dreaming;
nothing definable or definite.

A blasphemous phone number symphony
erupted near the bar. Cross fade:
conversation turned gossip...

But I couldn't wait to tell him
about the sparkles in the weight of his night

III.

The flash of an old picture I was trying to take
(of fading headlights, girlfriend advice, and headaches)
turned into a sorcerer's spell, then an earthquake.

I shook up in my sheets, past pasted on my face. A quick
drum and bass slid over me as the sunlight stumbled in,
took short look around, and found me under my sleep.

My clock: One Thirty Two
in the afternoon.

A slow process begins of remembering memories
of shoulders and stars, windows whispering
delay pedal jokes, making moves with tattooed wings,
and falling on the floor, dying laughing.