With a winning smile, he opened her door, with losers like hounds on his trail.
Yes, more they can’t see
The ribbon now in their minds
Keeps seeing the moat
… and then I would go down into the ravine again, where the narrow blue water slid easily between the red clay banks of the stream…
Distant damsels do not dare
display a splash of splendour,
sisters of the solemn stare…
“So he told this girl that of course he
had been in love once, but that girl
turned out to be a mermaid…”
I felt almost human when I woke up but the room was so inky black I had to finger my eyelids to check if they were open, and then I was too paranoid to even try to turn on the Tiffany lamp.
he went on talking, talking, talking…
in his staccato, self-absorbed style
… feeling around back there in time as if it`s suddenly starting to turn cold out here, like trees in the winter…
… Darcy told every body all that stuff himself, whether they wanted to hear it or not. As if he expected them all to get busy and help him out with his terrible problem or something… duh!
… either smiling appealingly and stretching out her bony hand, apple polished and fingers long and yellow, or angered…
He never went to parties like his brothers,
but he always kept appointments with his shrink.
He looked at my neighbour, who was standing in his overalls at the kitchen sink, and croaked, “Hey, man, do you got any aspirin? I don`t feel too good.”
I can still see her little baby fingers reaching up as far as she could…
That was when he heard himself saying, “Don`t I know you from somewhere?”
Of course, she took no notice at all of our antique reactions to things. She started singing that old song of the Big Bopper`s, “Chantilly Lace”.
that hover here and there and move
on again, inquiring persistently for
someone they used to know on this
planet, and sometimes…
… wings that flash and
flicker in sunlight, pursued by