//Clorox//Observations on the nature of summer that came to me last week as the sun shone through some Clorox that I was pouring. The underlying idea is simple enough I guess: Most people look to summer as an escape since they are free of the shackles of their drudgery and at least for a short time (a summer holiday perhaps), and can do as they will.
Sun licks the beach
And smokes skirts away
To leave the girls tanning on terry-cloth spits
The calm and quiet loiters
A firecracker bursts in the heat of the heart,
A puff of sighs
Birds and prisoners
The sun holds both by the legs
At the bottom of never
And shines a shallow bath of bleach
Ultimately though those pie in the sky dreams are left unfulfilled or impermanent though, in the position of Icarus: a little deluded and a lot to lose or get burned by.
1 comment:
You're killing me. What happened to the Hiroshima one? And when that one was up, where did this go?
Anway, I like this one a little more. I'm a horrible critic, but this piece moves a bit slower; the pace seems deliberate and poetical. Not that the others weren't or didn't, but they had a certain song-like feel to them that made them... catchy, I guess can be said.
Either way, great stuff. I'm envious and frustrated that even though I'm trying to make a profession out of this, you're still better than me.
--Shaun
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