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Sunday, July 25, 2004


Bleh... excuses excuses ^_^
Yep, I've been slacking again. Plus, the spyware is taking over my computer, heh. So this site hasn't been working great for me. But Spybot is a beautiful thing!

Since nothing's been going on in my life, here's a poem I wrote at the conference.

Symphony for the Hunter

On the most breezy afternoons,
the blue Dutch Colonial
with the overgrown bushes
hangs its skeletons out to dry.
I don’t know the man who lives there
I’ve never seen him out
dragging the barrel-shaped ribcages up his ladder
and pinning them to the high clothesline,
so I know he must be out late at night,
or in the early hours of morning.
It’s easy to tell the most recent bones,
the ones with grooves in the hard, brown surface
where a knife carved out stubborn muscle.
But as the day goes on,
they become blanched by the sun,
and smoothened by the weather,
until they are polished and white as piano keys.
The clothesline strains under the increasing weight,
and gusts rock the bones until they meet,
tapping together like the hesitant knuckles
of strangers at the door.
Below the clothesline,
behind the window covered in creepers,
he polishes the barrel of his gun,
and raises his glass to his afternoon music,
as the ribs begin to break apart and separate.

Hope you enjoyed it! Bye!

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