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[title] => The United Dream
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[bodytext] => I was a Charlie-horse chasing a tennis elbow; a cataract hitting the Achilles' Heel while driving the lake water out of her retractable lungs with my lost drumming skills. It happened faster than the crash whiplash, over correction on the bridge or skipping "right of way" on the freeway syllabus. I was an original gutless cutting through the glass cutlass of the window while she remained in bondage to the polyester with possible lacerations near the stomach and a torn-twixt liver, yet that wasn't said during the diagnosis. No, it was more vulgar than that. The vultures said it was drowning while I saw, through eye obscurity, the bright whites of my new room. I made titwillo and sniffed purgatory right in the face; smelled of clam juice mixed with that vomit ravioli from the cafeteria. It was the scent of musty love. I knew what came to pass. When I lay in that hospital, I knew what would come back in my intestinal nightmares. It was Axe Spray interlocked with strawberry passions, it was giggles and laughs filled to the brim with Coors. It was my dad's ride and her mom's cigarettes, and it was me in the driver's seat and her giving a hole in one. I thought out of all the sprains and strains from beating my heart out or getting the swimmer's ear in my professions that nothing else could be the ultimate thrill, but this topped it. The exhilarating cruise, the releasing of my libido for her possession, I thought it was heaven. But, with the ultimate thrill comes the ultimate passion. I was looking yet I didn't know what to do, I knew what would happen but didn't see it in time. It entered from the back with enough force to launch us off and flip onto the water-razor's edge. This force lurched us downward and she didn't drown, she choked to death on "my thrills." Of course, no one will ever know besides me. I still have the scars; I can't digest much anymore. I've been eating liquids. I won't have thrills ever again. But, her teeth marks are still there; they are always screaming. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 198 [topic] => 8 [informant] => skyhawk432 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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