Moist air (standard:poetry, 156 words)
Author: Mizukokoru	Added: Nov 20 2000	Views/Reads: 4198/7	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
a free write, it is really meant to be read aloud

Little plastic cowboy boots dangle from the rear view mirror 

watching cars speed by, 

revving their engines looking for a fight 

Out of the corner of my eye I catch my lips, 

framed by the boots in the mirror. 

Blood red and stretched out in to a false smile 

over dagger sharp teeth that would draw blood if given the chance 

I feel a breath of moist air on the back of my neck, 

smelling like a tropical breeze 

Rain drops as large as shiny marbles roll down the sky 

spilling from swollen purple clouds 

Tracing transparent lines thru the air 

connecting heaven to earth for brief seconds 

before they are absorbed in to the ground 

Purple daisies the smell like cafeteria food brush my head 

I pull on my thinking cap  of tinfoil and blue dyed feathers, 

seeing flashes of... 

Tiny minds inhabiting clumsy lives push past me and the mysticism slips 

from my eyes 


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