Rhythm Writing

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hi hearts!

here's part two of the Miranda Soliloquy's.

we find Miranda now pondering immortality and eternity as she paces

about in the grave yard where she lives with the undertaker:

 

"'fixed 'gainst self-slaughter'" oh shakespeare, she said.

 

Miranda finds a path amidst the dead. thinks

FERN FLAGONS FUNERAL

ORNAMENTS TEARS FALLEN LEFTBEHIND. WEEP WALK.

You decay, she thought, living,

disintegrating at a rather rapid pace.

fast-forward mirror

gleams back confusion. dying demons.

world, you have your subway cars

jammed full of them.

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i have pondered, considered my face

in the smoky black glass--a tram window.

many-a-time. and i have, many-a-time,

gazed back

BEAUTIFUL

BUT TRAPPED

IN THE GLASS.

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The face which reflected her quiet gaze now met her grief-grin in the

polish of a marble tomb. and she thought:

REFLECTD MOTTLED

SMUDGED SCRATCH OF WEATHER

BEATEN GLASS PALE PHANTOM. EYES FOCUS DISTORTED. VISION DILATED.

PERSPECTIVE SULLIED. TERMINAL FOCAL NEGATION.

She thought, having reaced a familiar spot.

FURY LAND.

Where somebody'd buried her mother, dead, dead, a quiet and cancerous

death. buried Rose, who died Naturally, and Grace, who took her own. . .

and she thought:

 

I had a nice idea for myself-- a nice one,

hand-crafted

AND SOMEBODY BURNED THE DAMED THING DOWN.

**WHICH WE HAD BUILT

**SWORDS WE HAD BRANDISHED

**TRAILS TO DESTRUCTION BLAZED

that isn't funny, is it? in those days, we decayed more slowly than the

dead.

NOW EVEN THE EYES STRIKE OUT BLAZING BLIND AT THE THOUGHT OF YOU. COME

BIDE TIME AT THE TOMB.

I could not see you, but i tripped you

and you fell, spitting up profanities.

YOU STOOD UP AND INVENTED

TELEVISION.

I raged and drank your poison, created passion, rich alongside

--rigid-fixed-- your dank ambition and i attended your six o'clock

knews.

BUT WE CANNOT BELIEVE THEM LIES. SAY THAT AGAIN IN JAPANESE?

ican'tfeelyouican'tfeelyouican'tfeelyouican't i

gaze out your windows --frost past opacity--which allow to our view

--elusive, strange-- phantom shapes not reached but only comprehended.

I CANNOT SAY YOU.

 

under your biggest bridge i

can see that your living spans

nothing. your lust is dust.

isn't it? and so

with a mean left hook, i floored you.

and though you swore AGAIN, you

bought me a micro chip for christmas.

 

well, i ate the fool thing and our brain did NOT EXPLODE. but i hear

tell i could make a quick buck in the telling of it. would ya be buying

it? would i be buying it or. . .

 

really, no really, i only wanted to die.

but then i courted demons and sought sex and i liked sex because it

slayed me. wrap me up one of those thrill-chills to go, will ya? to

gooooooo

 

oh and that wasn't it...

HAVING FAILED TO FIND THE LOST LOVER--oh where did you go?--i had some

of your roaring wonderful

cop-u-lay-shun, then

dreamed of a demon

then watched it all happen

AGAIN

on t.v. to a me

that was somebody else.

SO EMPTY SPENT THE DAYS, TRA L

TRA LA

 

AW GAWD

the thoughts are but scurrying beetles in a forrest of rot. somebody

drugged my instant tea and i drank. some body tried to sell me the big

lie. radio sang

"i want to live until i die." uh huh.

 

i am asking now

who am i

my silence diggging mole paths to super dimensions and i live

till a crow flies-falls outa the sky and talon transports me to

not-death with NO NAME, NOFRAME, NO END.

 

or something

or. . .sweet no-thing. . .

Miranda sits silent staring at the blank screen. she scraped together

those ashes of thought, which warmed her, and waited for that bird. . ..

 

--gen berlin

[Guest guest]

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> bshanti

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> hi hearts!

> here's part two of the Miranda Soliloquy's.

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Dear gen,

 

Damn this is fine work. Apart from deepest tender heartfeeling of kinship with

Miranda, just as writing it's wonderful.

 

love, andrew