tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post110165078604874063..comments2023-10-19T09:13:12.852-05:00Comments on Almost I rushed from home to tell you this: Not the WizardPaulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05607786046959671496noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-1101789308143932502004-11-29T23:35:00.000-05:002004-11-29T23:35:00.000-05:00Unrelated, but I saw this and thought of your Godz...Unrelated, but I saw this and thought of your Godzilla poems: :)<br /><br />http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=502&ncid=716&e=8&u=/ap/20041130/ap_on_en_mo/godzilla_starCharleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05222297450888695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8487146.post-1101752065130712992004-11-29T13:14:00.000-05:002004-11-29T13:14:00.000-05:00All's quiet on the crush front, eh?
Are you the...All's quiet on the crush front, eh? <br /><br />Are you there, Paul? It's me...(this is where I'm supposed to blurt out my name).<br /><br />She Refers to Herself in the Third Person<br /><br />She’s tall and exceedingly thin—<br />okay, not exceedingly—-still, you could, if so inclined<br />climb her ribs, hip <br />bones and clavicles prominent enough which to cling.<br />Her skin <I>is</I> exceedingly pale--albaster <br />the romantic term—<br />in her youth she was nicknamed Casper<br />although she was much too shy <br />to be considered friendly.<br />Her eyes, de rigueur, are blue, neither sky nor sea,<br />yet as changeable if not turbulent.<br />Her hair’s a mess of blonde curls—<br />the name on the box proclaims the shade champagne <br />cocktail but it lifts instead to the faintest <br />strawberry. Already you’ve conjured <br />this woman in your head more real-ly <br />than she can ever be, or will;<br />therein lies the beauty of this word game.<br />To you, she’s Emily haunting her house, <br />writing these poems, letters to you, to the world <br />at large kept in a box beneath her bed. <br />She’s gotten too good at keeping secrets, at hiding <br />behind the panes. She prefers this metaphor<br />instead: a ladder propped against an unpainted <br />wall waiting to be scaled, patient <br />for the missed rung, the inevitable (she hopes <br />against hope) fall.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com