Monday, December 12, 2005
Surprises
The boy never saw sunshine the color
of an apple core. He thought he was more
than layers of liquid.
Music slipped between his fingers and
fell def as death. "Who’ll stir this puddle
that is my blood?"
Diamonds are never and rainbows mark
terror. He belongs alone. "Where do I
come from if no one
brought me here?" A big woman in a
motorized wheelchair asked him for
his identification.
“I had a fever,” he said, “but now I’m
cold as chalk.” He could not feel
anything but need
and this made him sorry. The thought
of being anywhere and seeing all this
startled him red.
of an apple core. He thought he was more
than layers of liquid.
Music slipped between his fingers and
fell def as death. "Who’ll stir this puddle
that is my blood?"
Diamonds are never and rainbows mark
terror. He belongs alone. "Where do I
come from if no one
brought me here?" A big woman in a
motorized wheelchair asked him for
his identification.
“I had a fever,” he said, “but now I’m
cold as chalk.” He could not feel
anything but need
and this made him sorry. The thought
of being anywhere and seeing all this
startled him red.
# posted by Lar @ 8:04 PM 
