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I never liked the tree my dad planted in the back yard. It replaced the tree I used to love, the one he cut down a couple years after we moved in...the one we had our pit/rot mix chained to. He was a mean dog, but I missed him when he ran away. This new tree has no trunk...it's just branches sticking out of the ground...but it provides afternoon shade, and I smoke my afternoon ciggarettes underneath it. The flies here are ridiculous. It's as if something unseen is decomposing, and they get stuck in my curls and all I can hear is their never ceasing buzzing. If they are trying to tell me their secrets, I am sad that I don't understand them, but grateful that they drown out the noise of the cars passing by. I'm tired of traffic. Tired of this trunk-less tree. Tired of me. I wish I didn't need it's shade, but I'm already too dark for my own good... and title applying I'll either remain and be stretched too thin, or depending on the time disappear all together. |
you have a very unique voice. i havent read anything like on this site. its almost hypnotic. almost frantic in an interesting way. yeah, i dont know how to put it, but its just really kooky and good. i like the images you convey here. they are very subtle. the Rhythm is very nice and the line brakes really help it to flow. its very late and ive been up for 20 hours and havent much more to say, other than i really enjoyed this piece. -john-paul | Posted on 2011-03-02 00:00:00 | by rev.jpfadeproof | [ Reply to This ] | That might properly be termed a bush (which can get really tall). Watching your shadow stretch and then disappear? Cool | | Posted on 2010-10-06 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | |