Friday, November 7, 2008

Issues Around Desire

I confused "platypus" with "mole" and everybody laughed. Jeezum Crow indeed. The prism made clear that various avenues of escape in fact existed.

The detective held up in one's reading as a man in control, unafraid of unraveling even the most incestuous of webs. Six white horses fell in the mud. I looked forward to killing the capons, I really did.

We are no longer a family farm. A friend of my father's came over for spaghetti and left his copy of Bob Dylan's Planet Waves, I guess that was the first. At night you could hear the river like wind in the trees.

Traveling was okay, you were always between. Hansel and Gretel, understood at last as a cautionary tale for adults with issues around desire. A shower of gold leaves that continued even after the breeze stopped.

One should sit when removing their belt. I wondered at a world in which the broad mirror over my parent's dresser could also function as a door. We often shot but never cleaned our guns.

Lyn next door painted my sisters but not me which rankled for decades. Bon Scott had been dead a year when I started listening to him sing. He favored certain pronouns as who didn't.

Stories about sex were popular, no matter how unbelievable. He only cares about cowboys because of his Daddy does too.

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