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Laughlin from the Sky
A sudden land blaze
Where am I?
The sky is honest
The land tells lies.
So many patchwork quilts
Neat human geometry
the higher you go.
45 minutes from Phoenix
a small crop of flashing signs below,
a river behind them.
I'm always guessing in the air
Where am I?
But I'm fairly certain i know this: Laughlin, Nevada
A weekend...what?
Fourteen years ago?
I want to start parsing that weekend
Neat cognitive geometry
Remembering this
Selectively forgetting that.
Was that the trip when he did this to me?
And that too?
Flashing memories of flying
No...
The room smelled like smoke
from the casino below.
That's what I settle on:
smoke.
The experience smelled like smoke.
He does not exist
Smoke.
As I strain to the right
for a last glimpse from my airplane window
neon lights flash
like lightning.
Like a storm
I've passed over.
Like a promise.
Where am I?
The sky is honest
The land tells lies.
So many patchwork quilts
Neat human geometry
the higher you go.
45 minutes from Phoenix
a small crop of flashing signs below,
a river behind them.
I'm always guessing in the air
Where am I?
But I'm fairly certain i know this: Laughlin, Nevada
A weekend...what?
Fourteen years ago?
I want to start parsing that weekend
Neat cognitive geometry
Remembering this
Selectively forgetting that.
Was that the trip when he did this to me?
And that too?
Flashing memories of flying
No...
The room smelled like smoke
from the casino below.
That's what I settle on:
smoke.
The experience smelled like smoke.
He does not exist
Smoke.
As I strain to the right
for a last glimpse from my airplane window
neon lights flash
like lightning.
Like a storm
I've passed over.
Like a promise.
Published 2nd Dec 2024
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2nd Dec 2024 1:14am
hello beautiful Pink One this is really good interesting what we do I don't know 💕
4th Dec 2024 00:58am
2nd Dec 2024 3:09am
So this:
“The experience smelled like smoke.
He does not exist
Smoke.”
And
“Like a storm
I've passed over.
Like a promise.”
Are what got me. Those lines screamed at me actually.
And the premise that the past experience was a lie not worth remembering, but you obviously do.
We always do.
Phenomenal ink, Pink.
I’d RL the hell out of this if I could. I’m fresh out of RL space. I’ll be back.
“The experience smelled like smoke.
He does not exist
Smoke.”
And
“Like a storm
I've passed over.
Like a promise.”
Are what got me. Those lines screamed at me actually.
And the premise that the past experience was a lie not worth remembering, but you obviously do.
We always do.
Phenomenal ink, Pink.
I’d RL the hell out of this if I could. I’m fresh out of RL space. I’ll be back.
14th Dec 2024 4:50am
2nd Dec 2024 7:33am
Dear PD,
This made me think of a past paramour and…well…what I appreciated in this write was the smoke. It gave a feeling of a haze that hides things that want/need to be hidden or, what I remember wasn’t exactly how it all went down. The accompanying picture supports this poem beautifully. Excellent piece. H🌷
This made me think of a past paramour and…well…what I appreciated in this write was the smoke. It gave a feeling of a haze that hides things that want/need to be hidden or, what I remember wasn’t exactly how it all went down. The accompanying picture supports this poem beautifully. Excellent piece. H🌷
4th Dec 2024 00:59am
Thank you. Yeah, I think the smoke brought it all together. I hate cigarette smoke.
