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a travelogue on journeying through towns and bodies
There’s always a rabbit to ride home on.
Always keep a first aid kit and a formal
dress. You’ll travel all the roads in me,
count the cities between my thighs. My
body a broken compass in your hand,
spinning in every direction. You do me
so precisely in the sleeping bag, thrusts
sharp and serrated as plastic razors. For
every pair of binoculars there’s a porn
star in me. I’m rife with motion sickness,
plagued by too many pretzels and Puri tabs.
Dysentery in the water and aspirin in the
eye drops. I hide my protractors and my
panties in the lake but the mermaids keep
swallowing them. Skeletons twisted round
the speed limit signs, the picture on your
license worn blurry as a ghost. There’s
a million ways the body can go wrong. Go
tender as meat on the grill. It always
starts with a name and a sigh. A well
and a winding pathway.
Always keep a first aid kit and a formal
dress. You’ll travel all the roads in me,
count the cities between my thighs. My
body a broken compass in your hand,
spinning in every direction. You do me
so precisely in the sleeping bag, thrusts
sharp and serrated as plastic razors. For
every pair of binoculars there’s a porn
star in me. I’m rife with motion sickness,
plagued by too many pretzels and Puri tabs.
Dysentery in the water and aspirin in the
eye drops. I hide my protractors and my
panties in the lake but the mermaids keep
swallowing them. Skeletons twisted round
the speed limit signs, the picture on your
license worn blurry as a ghost. There’s
a million ways the body can go wrong. Go
tender as meat on the grill. It always
starts with a name and a sigh. A well
and a winding pathway.
Published 29th Apr 2015
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29th Apr 2015 5:24pm
"always keep a first aid kit and a formal dress."
sound advice. :)
this was a twisting and turning journey. not entirely sure the directions are clear. but that is the point.
sound advice. :)
this was a twisting and turning journey. not entirely sure the directions are clear. but that is the point.
29th Apr 2015 5:26pm
Thanks Minerva. LOL, I see your point. Therefore I changed the title from "directions" to "a travelogue." Maybe that fits better. :)
This has elements of very dark humor beginning with the first line. Later, hiding your panties in the lake but then dysentery. A price must be paid. But then you conclude with "a name and a sigh. / A well and a winding pathway." A couple of moods here, which shows your range. Another unforgettable journey.
