Emotion, Emulsion

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Electric blanket, my grandmother’s.  Some
Mutton from New Zealand.  At least there was an
Outcome, an excellent one.  She heard Kid A.

I loved that blanket, when she left us, I still remembered her and that blue blanket she had to keep her warm cold nights; it was cold here and it's as though she still had that blanket that we had kept.  I thought that was the best way to keep warm and she said you had to be careful not to tangle the wires up. 

Trunks with bodies in them for show.  You can

Softly creep, scaring no one.  He was afraid. 
Intense feelings never more deeply felt.  Plan
I thought I could understand what forgiveness meant, what it meant was that we go on doing what we can that we see is good.  If we pray wishing upon the bright light that is a star, we pray along with a multitude.  They put some dead carcasses in the trunk or dressed up dummies for the crime show.  People like a good crime show I guess, or police officers or people who study the laws, maybe they are the ones who like those shows the most.  Wasn't that supposed to show us reality, and what the real world was before we were in it?  We thought there was some planet out there, some high school where the real life as depicted in sitcoms happened. 

Our powers limited, each person’s idle,
N****e for an infant animal.  A fan.
Arenas with sand and a lot of fans,
Reservation made for the bullfight, a span
Shamble, walking across a plane,
Intelligible interpretive dance steps. Van,

I saw Carmen, and when the Spanish women with their black lace fans cool themselves in Seville, they are cool fans with fans in their hands, like Sir Patrick Spens, they had them too those ladies with their drowned sailors.  What is a Span Shamble?  We shuffle across planets the invisible dancers with their interpretive moves mimicking other aspects of life.  Vans meant something about winnowing, I don't understand.

Electric chair, all these things made of metal.
Misbehavior looking for a rule, you ran
Off-the-record too, to make a point for your team
Thoroughbreds are too pretty for their tan
Solar energy platforms, send them out there.
Interest free loans make the cars better man.

Orators for our country or anything,
Nondescript words on a page writ with élan,
Emotion gets wan.  I would feel like a swan.
Emotional interferences, attention span
Memos, I wake up to the rhymer, no
Upheaval for our lately Renaissance man;

Life assures us that things go on greenly.
Scrambled eggs for a lovely babe, electric fan
Impotence.  The summer was too hot without
Organized crime.  The little girl with a watering can.
Notepad’s elite competition for paintings.
Electrician metal needed fire since time began…

Reviews

[Solitary_Streets]

I love the way the words play here, fantastic piece of writing. So much play on the imagination and the story folds over in different planes over and over again.