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(extrapolation)
2073: JANUARY: CHICAGO
The fountain lies in dust and dirty shards
of steel; this world from which we stand apart
is shuffled, broken, dealt like store-bought cards,
still bleeding from the (diamond spade and) heart.
The devil smiles like wire and laughs like glass,
I toss my head, the boy proposes toasts
to every corpse and jagged edge we pass,
to icy winds and streets now filled with ghosts.
So here we walk, the man the boy and I
(who now am Red of hair but not in name),
and in these urban trenches men still die.
The boy says they don't need you for this game.
I lift my hand and one blow falls, just one;
it's not unlike the firing of a gun.
The fountain lies in dust and dirty shards
of steel; this world from which we stand apart
is shuffled, broken, dealt like store-bought cards,
still bleeding from the (diamond spade and) heart.
The devil smiles like wire and laughs like glass,
I toss my head, the boy proposes toasts
to every corpse and jagged edge we pass,
to icy winds and streets now filled with ghosts.
So here we walk, the man the boy and I
(who now am Red of hair but not in name),
and in these urban trenches men still die.
The boy says they don't need you for this game.
I lift my hand and one blow falls, just one;
it's not unlike the firing of a gun.
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This is just awesome :D
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Effortless in that sense where I was dragging words around and kicking them in the ankle and getting stuck for ages because they wouldn't fit.Oh, you know, I just whipped it up in ten minutes.
Well, I did, but it was a painful ten minutes.no subject
'Cause if I haven't I really, really should have. You win, dear.
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Thank you! Writing sonnets is kind of my default when I don't know what form I feel like fiddling with. Or if I'm waiting for a bus and have my notebook. They take just the right amount of time.
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Anyway! This was fantastic! I can't do poetry, because...well, I suck at it. But this is so good!
We should totes write a series of these little vignettes. And see how man people we can get to join in.
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(And she has to slap Thom every time.)
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(How can she not slap Thom every time?)