musk of the dusk
past 6 pm
and the buildings
begin to shed weight.
stuffed egos,
adipose and cellulite
whisk themselves
into german cars,
and bavarian comforts.
soon, most
of the concrete
and chrome armor
of the business district
lie empty.
lifeless shells of great beasts
that molted at sundown.
in a small corner
huddled over a battered
silver apple,
one lone man
bashes letters
into a virtual sheet
of hungry white.
fiddling over
racks of analogies
and shelves of phrases.
he peers intently
into the screen,
his mind sending
little elves
to pick and choose
the best from
the lush orchard
growing in the depths
of his tropical mind.
will the harvest
be plentiful
as he expects?
or would the elves
drink from their
truant bottles of rum
and play havoc with
the bounty?
as he ponders
over the
many possibilities,
cohen's whisky laden
hallelujah waltzes
with the wispy
smoke snaking
up from his fuming
unattended cigarette,
and he leans
back into leather.
from the open window
framing the dissolving
day into pitch black,
a slender breeze
spawned far away
in the cold mountains
strokes her lingering
lacy fingers over his
unkempt beard.
he inhales
her lightness,
and in her touch,
he distinctly
identifies fragrances
robbed from
the foothills,
the plains, the rivers,
the jungles,
and one lonely
widowed scent
of a lady
scheming to poison
her lover.
the evening is getting
all heady in my fingers.
Enjoyable first read.
Maybe it is because I haven't been around in a while, but this is the best thing I have ever read from you, Pat. Incredible word work.
This could most definitely be an excerpt from a novel! The imagery and wording leave me hungering for more. Excellent penning.
Wow, Prathap this piece definitely conjures up heaps of images and feelings....from silver apples to cohen's whiskey..I loved "the stuffed egos,adipose and cellulite whisk themselvesinto german cars" - Super stuff indeed
From the title to the closing line, this conjures up a myriad of shimmering images - I especially like those little elves, picking and choosing from the orchard...:)
I feel like I've died and there is a heaven after all...
Standing up clapping. Great work that stands alone. Love this one and agree with Pendemic, you have a novel in you. So I expect a signed copy if it ever happens!!