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[aid] => mick
[title] => Only Time to Be
[time] => 2009-08-29 12:37:19
[hometext] => this is a companion piece I wrote for a short film a friend of mine made which can be seen at: http://www.vimeo.com/6277864
[bodytext] => awake fluttering light turning on like round paper lanterns on a barren shelf sits a lonely structure she reads magazines interviewing cool artists she reads salinger and silvia plath while changing lightbulbs with tweezers she sleeps with no sheets next to last nights emptied pocketful of shiny artifacts rolling over not to sleep stretching wakeful dreamer this world is bright and pure where patient fish await breakfast turning on the fan on the floor exchange stale carbon dioxide air for refreshing outdoor oxygen noticing the camera she pulls a curtain covering her secret making up in the room of the mirror the face and the soul framed symmetrical blonde beauty digs her reflective spirit a fast truck past the window suggests another world of busy rushed purposeful motion still our morning dreamer wants only to be in her wooden guitar moment singing about unexpected strange days now we are vaulted between worlds awakened again this time with the immediacy of alarms and drums and colours of reality no time for socks only time for destiny now daytime television operatic soap bubbles hold little interest for her artistic mind living in the invisible box little fishes feast on submerged energy careful floating leaf dwellers the kitchen is crowded, indecisive suddenly she craves the jungle of the backyard the red octagonal sign says stop but we must follow destiny's track star in his labyrinthine green-forested maze of concrete does he know where to run? or do invisible strings guide his ratty sneakers toward unknown encounters the backyard is gentle pastoral relaxation stark splintered sunlight to contrast the dreamer with the runner the art with the action meditative improvisation a miniature world of bugs beneath our feet thank the dreamer for her sweet half-eaten snack fruit is round so it can roll away and start a new life the runner no longer makes time for friendly waves only time for railing jump laughter her presence lingers on empty benches where she leaves the days half-read poetry inspired by swinging motion she senses the nearing runner reaching the park playful humanity and hungry children all screaming for drive-by ice cream so distracted by new action she bumps right into her reason for being there colourful immediate reality collides with the black and white dreamer no time for words no time to fight no time to question the days fateful accidents only time to be. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 43 [informant] => zackmitchell [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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