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Date Posted: 08/ 2/08 8:19:39pm
Author: Leisa
Subject: Re: Vertigo (1st edit)
In reply to: Dimon 's message, "Vertigo (1st edit)" on 08/ 2/08 1:30:35am

is there a second edit?
I have more to say but want to read thru this at least once more....
good to see you pen again

*)

>Let Loose
>we have a large back-yard
>with a couple of old oaks
>and a perimeter of young,
>thick bushes sprouting wild shoots
>we pretend are x-wing fighters.
>
>"Go play, unless you want to help me clean"
>Mom's code for she's going to sleep.
>
>I walk through the yard,
>wondering about double meanings.
>When I reach the clothes line
>my mind is full of everything:
>all of those tales about heroic princes
>and needy princesses my mother
>would tell us at bed time,
>all the news shows I sat and watched
>with my silent father,
>every scripture and verse I'd memorized
>from the King James Bible,
>the deaths I had witnessed,
>the births I had witnessed,
>prophesies, parables, proverbs,
>every sound, image, and touch
>I'd ever had
>came rushing into my construct (until i find a better
>noun)
>all at once
>then the idea of heaven
>of eternity spent in a far off place
>eternity
>forever
>ever and ever
>stretching out beyond imagination.................
>
>
>I woke up on the ground,
>staring up at a damp sheet
>my stomach doing donuts
>and nausea directing traffic.
>
>Numb, stretched out in the cool grass,
>Vertigo, I accused, had claimed its first victim.
>
>
>Three years later
>Pacman is at my mercy.
>I've got the perfect video-gamer posture,
>the perfect rhythm,
>even at ten years old
>I own this machine.
>My whole world right now
>in this Blue Springs arcade
>is
>"Wacka Wacka Wacka Wacka Blump Wacka Wacka"
>
>I'd watched Reagan get shot,
>I'd played a cardboard guitar as Page
>for the talent contest
>I'd sang lead in the holidays pageant,
>though all that matters right now is
>not dying.
>
>In the background, behind the ghosts,
>I hear a soft sob.
>Turning, my eyes lock with the ice cream guy.
>For some reason he's crying.
>I look at the girls who are always at the counter
>(they are much older, and sexier than me)
>and they are crying.
>I turn to where they all keep looking
>then looking away
>and it's a tv
>changing from image to image
>of an image of
>a skinny bearded man with round glasses.
>My attention fully envelops the broadcast.
>
>Nothing. There is nothing of interest here for me.
>Everyone is crying and I don't understand.
>
>Three weeks later I am at the same arcade
>only playing Joust
>and owning.
>I can hear in the background a song playing,
>something of mourning,
>something of eternity.
>Automatically I turn to the speakers mounted above the
>ice-cream counter
>and all of a sudden
>the life of a man
>I had known through music
>always played by others
>and the genius
>the scope
>of
>of
>what is it that
>someone in awe of eternity
>and challenging
>to perfect......
>
>Numb, stretched out in a hot arcade,
>vertigo, I accused, was getting redundant.
>
>Even at ten, I knew Lennon and Jesus were cut
>of different cloths,
>but to live a philosophy....
>to contemplate mortality
>in all of it's facets,
>I dunno.
>I wonder what made them fall down?
>MD
>
>
>BTW The song was Empty Garden my Elton John.

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Re: Vertigo (1st edit) -- D, 08/ 2/08 10:33:55pm
- Re: Vertigo (1st edit) -- Leisa, 08/ 2/08 10:40:58pm