this week , lets try five words from Richard Buckner's beautiful song
Ariel Ramirez"
Words for this week:
tonight
ring
pretend
cured
smoke
have fun writing.
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Wesley Ford
said...
BLACK BATHING SUIT BLUES
black true hot true legs true wet true hair true now true smoke body hot road hot rod nipple round nipple ring cured darkness cured fire pretend true true pretend picture show night roll tonight water lake ocean ocean pond round ring black suit top loose down down fortune in white lotion bone bone wet yet wet wet
the changing dream smoke winds road round fire notion of sea notion of thighs a summer window the ocean earth sky world news of reality news of pretend cured of poems cured of song cured of weather black suit black truth ring of night night tonight last night light
Tonight, when the couple at the end of the bar asked about your hair, you engaged them. Without hesitation, you welcomed them. I smiled from behind you, opened to them as well, but kept a guard up. Had there been any ring of falseness in their stories, any hint at all of derision or even plain disrespect, I’d have...what?
You don’t need a savior, you don’t even require a wingman to traverse this landscape of familiar, probing questions. But I made the decision to pretend I was yours; my hand on your back, my knee against yours, my silent declarations of solidarity. Because these small-town folk may have used their curiosity as a smoke-screen for hate. And in case of that, I wanted them, more than you, to know I was on your team.
But the smiles were honest, the talk free of poison and ham-fisted hurtfulness. I was cured of my suspicion, the antidote was their sincerity.
I left my hand on your back, my knee close to yours.
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BLACK BATHING SUIT BLUES
black true
hot true
legs true
wet true
hair true
now true
smoke body
hot road
hot rod
nipple round
nipple ring
cured darkness
cured fire
pretend true
true pretend
picture show
night roll
tonight water
lake ocean
ocean pond
round ring
black suit
top loose
down down
fortune in
white lotion
bone bone
wet yet
wet wet
Furrier
The cured suspend
All fright tonight
But smoke rings
Spin and sing
To them in dreams
That end – is seems
In vapor – or was it ash?
BLACK BATHING SUIT NEWS
the changing dream
smoke winds road
round fire
notion of sea
notion of thighs
a summer window
the ocean earth sky
world
news of reality
news of pretend
cured of poems
cured of song
cured of weather
black suit
black truth
ring of night
night tonight
last night light
Tonight, when the couple at the end of the bar asked about your hair, you engaged them. Without hesitation, you welcomed them. I smiled from behind you, opened to them as well, but kept a guard up. Had there been any ring of falseness in their stories, any hint at all of derision or even plain disrespect, I’d have...what?
You don’t need a savior, you don’t even require a wingman to traverse this landscape of familiar, probing questions. But I made the decision to pretend I was yours; my hand on your back, my knee against yours, my silent declarations of solidarity. Because these small-town folk may have used their curiosity as a smoke-screen for hate. And in case of that, I wanted them, more than you, to know I was on your team.
But the smiles were honest, the talk free of poison and ham-fisted hurtfulness. I was cured of my suspicion, the antidote was their sincerity.
I left my hand on your back, my knee close to yours.
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