Monday, April 9, 2012

The Writer's Lush All-Nighter

It was a dark and stormy night.
Wind, a dying shell of a man,
held bitter behind the prose.
New moon, shadow smile,
down, down, down among the lot.
Noise, a luxe alluvium
fell from dusk-dwelling, secret things.

There was monkeyshine afoot,
Leaping thumb to thumb.
A rapt reflection in the bones
of my pretzel-bending treacle-
candy melting down my chin
with a slow-sipping flute of rhine.

I laughed to spite the spiters,
Dancing sine-to-qua-to-non,
when a notion popped my cherry knot
and time then spoke for me.
He said,
“Go, and shake the fringe.
Make a mess with cachinnations!”

I then slipped my favorite tapping shoes
Upon my tapping toes,
twirled my ouroboros palindrome
and flew to meet my maker.

Drifting lithe upon my shoulder,
I watched her as she watched me
Drifting lithe upon the shoulder
Of the me
just watching her.


Studio 30+ weekly prompt- The classic opener, "It was a dark and stormy night."  


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