George Torndawg walked into the heavy, melting bands of crosswalk. He was bedeviled by a sun that was hanging on to his nose with claws and punching him in the eyes and the forehead, regardless of which direction he slung his abdication. George Torndawg is rooting for a car, any car, to slam into him and malign him deeply down into the muckiest soup, the soup like his mother when she was sauced and watching fuzzies on television, but the traffic is far too slow. Furthermore, there’s no traffic today.
The reflective glass of the first floor curves with the plagued monster of a human creation in concert with the circle drive where the most hopeless patients might be dumped, and all of this first floor glass is shadowed by the overhang of the ethically-superior floors.
The glass is a hall of mirrors, blades and blades of sharp planes meant to shatter the ego, and then there is the man in the wheelchair with a ratty blue dog blanky with all sorts of holes, the blanky with holes. He, the man with the ratty blue dog blanky and slinky, oily, thin hair, is wearing slippers that should be retired, and when George Torndawg made a short glance at the man, the ropes of George Torndawg’s intestines plummet deeply, and he is suddenly longing for a gun that he could hold with two hands and point properly with the fullest of competence and the intensity of god. He is presently tasting the blue metal as it rests in his mouth.
#1 by Carl D'Agostino on May 4, 2012 - 9:13 pm
I don’t have the precise adj’s to describe what I see in this piece. Your choice of words, the imagery, the motion, word flow just all says this is no regular writer here. This mind comes from a different shelf. That is meant as a compliment.
#2 by Carl on May 18, 2012 - 10:28 pm
Carl, your words are very kind and they mean a lot to me. Thank you!
#3 by Carl D'Agostino on May 11, 2012 - 5:36 pm
I am following but not getting notifications. On Wednesdays I am featuring guest blogger all poetry. I posted Laura this week and plan to post 10th Muse next week. I see you follow her. If you would like to participate please see May 9 post and send me pic / bio and a favorite poem of yours. Regards.
#4 by Carl on May 18, 2012 - 10:31 pm
Carl, very flattered to have you invite me. Honestly, I don’t have anything that would be good enough for a share on your site, and my bio is boring. I keep working on my writing. I slowed down for a while, but I don’t want to quit because when I get to write, it is the only time I get to feel as though I have any purpose. I have a good amount of work to do to get better, but I am enjoying it.