Benjamin Posted June 3, 2014 Share Posted June 3, 2014 he sits upright on the wooden bench an oracle of glass-eyed stillness in the sun ebullient children shout and tease their innocence away they want to be like god if they can't create they'll destroy over and over again small birds chortle from the bush and pigeons pick at last night's puke a playful dog nudges him over-- over onto his side and a mother dials 911 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted June 3, 2014 Share Posted June 3, 2014 I was soothed into the trap of facing reality, having identified completely with the oracle's predictable end. Not a bad way to go. Thanks for the reminder. ;) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted June 3, 2014 Author Share Posted June 3, 2014 Sun on the face and in contemplation: they can call me peculiar and I won't mind one bit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eclipse Posted June 3, 2014 Share Posted June 3, 2014 austere work Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted June 5, 2014 Share Posted June 5, 2014 Damn. I wasn't expecting where this took me, lol. Great work, Geoff. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted June 6, 2014 Share Posted June 6, 2014 Agreed, that packs a sweet macabre punch. <3 (not being lazy, just seems appropriate) Juris Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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