(+) Who goes there?
(-) You.
(+) Hmm.
Carry on, then...
Monday, February 18, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Dialogue #6: Commiserate
(+) Come on in!
The water's fine.
(-) It's poison.
(+) Oh...
Well, hurry up, then!
The water's fine.
(-) It's poison.
(+) Oh...
Well, hurry up, then!
Dialogue #5: Slipstream
(+) There's no time!
(-) Of course not.
Because you're wasting it
with your banal observations!
(-) Of course not.
Because you're wasting it
with your banal observations!
Dialogue #3: Elision
(+) I'm not dead yet!
(-) Nor were they,
at one point.
Yet look at how
nonchalantly
you walk past
their tombstones.
(-) Nor were they,
at one point.
Yet look at how
nonchalantly
you walk past
their tombstones.
Poems and Prose #28: Actuary
"I'm a good man," he uttered,
his back to the mirror
and his hands freshly washed.
his back to the mirror
and his hands freshly washed.
Dialogue #2: Memorandum
(+) Don't I know you from somewhere?
(-) Yes, I believe we met
several moments ago.
(-) Yes, I believe we met
several moments ago.
Dialogue #1: Crooked
(+) You're not a crook, eh?
(-) According to our current legal system,
that is a factual statement.
(-) According to our current legal system,
that is a factual statement.
Poems and Prose #27: Ambulatory
An unleashed maniac
skulks through the fog,
his gaze trembling and fevered.
"What to do?"
he asks the wind.
"Keep going.
You're nearly there,"
comes the reply.
He licks his bottom lip
and smiles
at the salty cruft.
Another step,
then a dozen,
then a dozen more,
and ten more dozen.
And he hears no more words,
no more hints or clues.
Only the sound of air
against the walls of his nostrils.
skulks through the fog,
his gaze trembling and fevered.
"What to do?"
he asks the wind.
"Keep going.
You're nearly there,"
comes the reply.
He licks his bottom lip
and smiles
at the salty cruft.
Another step,
then a dozen,
then a dozen more,
and ten more dozen.
And he hears no more words,
no more hints or clues.
Only the sound of air
against the walls of his nostrils.
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