Bad Dinner
What was your least pleasant meal lately? What was your most pleasant? Describe a bar that has great food by your house. Visit an ugly bar by your house you've never been to and describe it.
Sunset
The flying whale docked below the windmill as the sun set behind the haunted house and ...
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After Sunfall
The wolfen children leap up to kiss the moon,
round and dripping as it is with spun-sugar
cloud wisps, and those restless shades
(damned old house is chock full of 'em)
infringe upon the neighborhood thoroughfares
as if the dead actually needed three-dimensional
space, as do the rest of us, or at least we who still
exhibit beating hearts within our respective rib cages.
But then, we are all rather busy watching the tilting
windmills, or, perhaps just that lancerman yonder
is tilting, but somehow we are milling the wind into fine
airy granules bursting with a fragrance which reminds
us of northern Pacific shoreline ministrations (foggy
drifts, don't you know, lazily banking eastward) and
prone to the gradual not-so-subtle removal of mighty
whale flesh from these hallowed waters (the waves ate the
docks away years ago), now lit up like one helluva
giant night light that keeps the wolves awake, and so too
we who must listen to their long-distance yowling.
(Our interrelations complicate themselves
before we can begin to boggle over the fact that we
are, after all, intimately related.)
Nothing left to do but take off, follow that whale
plowing laborious loop-the-loops in the ethereal dark
like children staying up late on holiday because Momma
and Da already know (or should, if they've been at
this enterprise for any length of time) the futility
of bed-insistence on a night such as this, so bright, so broad
and so sweet, tipping over the edge of sensibility into joy.
Hmm. My copy-paste formatting leaves much to be desired. Oh well.
where is this place (if its public access)? coordinates please.
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