Silky rain like ghosts
in a microwave with popping corn
in the house with open windows
two doors up, my puppies
seeking an imaginary intruder
actually holding the door,
and I mash my face
in the posh pancakes
before even giving butter
or syrup a purpose.
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#1 by Indigo Spider on October 10, 2011 - 5:09 pm
“Silky rain like ghosts” love, love, love this… it stirs something.
#2 by Carl on October 13, 2011 - 9:23 pm
Thank you so much for your comment. It helps me learn that you liked that!
#3 by Hudson Howl on October 10, 2011 - 7:26 pm
Oh how your mind hum’s. Am surprised you didn’t work in Ketchup on Truffle.
By the way. You still have me mulling over a ‘warm brain’ from the post ‘NaNo Etude 3 – Bright North and Big Decisions’.
#4 by Carl on October 13, 2011 - 9:24 pm
Thank you for your kind comment. I feel rich. And I too have been wondering how I can get my brain to warm up better!
#5 by abichica on October 11, 2011 - 6:38 am
the way you sew your words together is just amazing.. 🙂
#6 by Carl on October 13, 2011 - 9:24 pm
Thank you so much!
#7 by Kay Camden on October 13, 2011 - 11:04 am
Is depression matching the environment a cause or an effect?
#8 by Carl on October 13, 2011 - 9:26 pm
It’s both of those plus it’s its own animal!
#9 by Evelyn on October 17, 2011 - 12:29 pm
“and I mash my face
in the posh pancakes
before even giving butter
or syrup a purpose.”
Man, you think of the COOLEST shit. Im so mad. lol
#10 by Carl on October 17, 2011 - 11:29 pm
Sometimes I get lucky. I kind of liked those lines too. Thank you.