dr_con Posted April 22, 2022 Share Posted April 22, 2022 The Afterlife of SnowmenCon/Jur/d, 4/22/2022 Once, late having snuck away from the conference the big personalities providing little room for an awkward enth - usiast, like me & my wife who didn’t understand my ob - session with psych - edelics, needed it more, so we es - caped to a local rest - aurant, I don’t rem - ember what we ate I’m certain I drank tequila & beer & sangrita, since it was my habit when in Mexico & it was all I need - ed to drop the pre - tense of sober un - stoned person - ality, ality I know, Andrew had dreamed of Jaguar & on this road, near midnight, with the vertical high, high grass pale under the horizontal wash of moonlight cricket songs fast pinpricks across - across damp skin with the orange glow of cigarette tip illuminating Blake’s tiger, stripes implied by the depth of the humid shadows, & we were on a strange road, not knowing how far it was to the woosh woosh & questionable coolness of the room’s ceiling fans next to Uxmal ranting, “This is what it’s about, suspended here in the vegetive night, only the two of us, maybe a great - cat, certainly the spirits of Mayans,” She saw the pyramid, appearing without announcement above the left fork, “Al - most there”- right then I smelled the wet - cold concrete, the musty - bitter of fall leaves the musk of rapid chlorophyll, the afterlife of snowmen to be built after we separated & she moved with our daughter to Maine. 1 1 Quote thegateless.org Come on over and check out my poetry substack y'all;-) Or if your bored, head to the Zazzle store: https://www.zazzle.com/store/gateless. If you buy anything I lose a bet, so consider that before you violate the digital rules. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 1, 2022 Share Posted May 1, 2022 On 4/22/2022 at 3:10 PM, dr_con said: The Afterlife of SnowmenCon/Jur/d, 4/22/2022 Once, late having snuck away from the conference the big personalities providing little room for an awkward enth - usiast, like me & my wife who didn’t understand my ob - session with psych - edelics, needed it more, so we es - caped to a local rest - aurant, I don’t rem - ember what we ate I’m certain I drank tequila & beer & sangrita, since it was my habit when in Mexico & it was all I need - ed to drop the pre - tense of sober un - stoned person - ality, ality I know, Andrew had dreamed of Jaguar & on this road, near midnight, with the vertical high, high grass pale under the horizontal wash of moonlight cricket songs fast pinpricks across - across damp skin with the orange glow of cigarette tip illuminating Blake’s tiger, stripes implied by the depth of the humid shadows, & we were on a strange road, not knowing how far it was to the woosh woosh & questionable coolness of the room’s ceiling fans next to Uxmal ranting, “This is what it’s about, suspended here in the vegetive night, only the two of us, maybe a great - cat, certainly the spirits of Mayans,” She saw the pyramid, appearing without announcement above the left fork, “Al - most there”- right then I smelled the wet - cold concrete, the musty - bitter of fall leaves the musk of rapid chlorophyll, the afterlife of snowmen to be built after we separated & she moved with our daughter to Maine. Another one that caught my attention during the course of this month. Fine writing, exceptional. One of your best, Juris. 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...
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