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THE FLIRTATION

Vol. I of THE RELATIONSHIP SERIES

By Wil C. Fry, Nov. 18, 1996, 12:33

Copyright © 1996 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


the chill that settles over the land
is it an omen? the sign of the heart of man
who walks breathes     smells and sleeps
eating devouring the beauty     and yearns
for a plethora of pleasures
the beautiful weather that speaks
soft voice like a woman falling into the arms of a corpse
are the roots rotting? it is the “end” we are plotting
maybe Koresh was right
looking to the skies for questions     touching
foolish fables mistaken myths     doors on squeaking hinge
all that quivers is not cold (or scared or in love)
perhaps the “chair”?
wooden shoes crush the dust the life the light
rivers of time have come unglued     the tapestry unravels
all roads lead to something     every soul looking
what price the sight?
ideas float and dance then copulate with men
the offspring drowns and thinks and swallows deep
breathing polluted love from the sunspots
in her eyes
then it is gone the indian summer that cannot
quite heat the bones the skeleton that rattles
battles are finished and alone and frozen stands
the object. (he wraps his cloak around him and
    walks back into the dark reaches of the
    imaginings)



Originally written in ALL CAPS, but formatted in lowercase here for ease of reading. Also, I signed the original manuscript "Wil Chandelle", leaving off my surname.



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