there stood the earth,
on its edgemost plane.
and i in this old boat.
sailing across san francisco.
and there is candy growing in the yard
next to me.
dandelion lollipops swaying like yellow hope,
in the cold ocean breeze.
and there is cotton above me.
clouds so pure.
and above that, ante meridiem's
lovely colour.
patchy diamonds across my heart.
to the north lies canada and the wild wood
forests dripping with birds
and
cold waterfalls
and
who knows what.
i am almost there.
past the dense green life
and the primary colours,
layed out before me.
and now earth makes its ninety degree
turn.
towards space.
and as i go over the falls and into midnight stars,
you will find this short account of my day,
dedicated
to
you.
posted by drew carlascio
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2 comments:
its good. i have a request though. to this day, my favorite of yours has been "the hall and the armor." maybe it's my increasing love for dark stories that bradbury has formed in me. any plans on writing something similiar to that?
oh yeah, we're seeing him in three days.
the imagery reminds me of the scene in wonka and the chocolate factory "pure imagination." Which i adore, both the scene in the gene wilder film and your imagery
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