Automatic Writing

[poliphilo]

Today I will get out and walk the walk and dislike the first thing I see as I pass through the door. There will be dandelions growing up through the asphalt and the little dogs will sniff and pass on. It is Wednesday in heaven and the free-falling flyers of the Euonymous club are making pinwheels in the air. Blue smoke trails from the heels of the biplanes. The zeppelins rove down the mountain valleys.

And I am young and together and I have a rose in the band of my hat. This is a good day. A very good day. Nothing will stop me from popping into the greengrocers and making a withdrawal. I will point my six gun and demand my money. Ha. You didn't expect that did you?

A strange morning, but not so strange as the sight of the marchers on the high street. There are elephants following the band. Fire eaters and fire walkers and strong men in leopard skin coats. the crowds cheer and the little children wave flags and rattles. Someday there will be a new Jerusalem. It will have pinnacles that break the clouds all scaly with golden tiles and tiles of lapis laxuli.

I have never understood the Queen. Why does she do it? Why do her hands wave like that, all white as lilies, all smooth as goldfish in a pool? Never have I seen so strange a thing as the coal-black members of the palace guard. They carry halbards and the halbards have ribbons tied beneath the iron-steel of the broad headed blades. They dance. They dance on the palace green and the crows and the ravens scatter and fly up and sit on the turrets of the bloody tower and make corvine conversation.

It is Wednesday still. Wednesday in heaven. Tall streams fall from the mountains. The smoke arises and goes. Nothing remains. The meadows are swept clean. The little starry daisies look at the great eye of the sun. Emerald fields and emerald eyes in the heads of the copper-skinned women of the vales.

Comments

[halfmoon-mollie.livejournal.com]

And so ends Friday with my silly officemate back from her visit with her parents and even though she's better to work with than the last few, I do get angry with her probably because she's young and silly and she has a boyfriend she thinks we don't know he is a law student and that he comes in here but she exchanges no more than a few words with her then and he told her before she left to visit her parents in Florida and he told her just before she got on the plane last week that she was getting fat I would never take that from anyone, never mind someone who is supposed to care about me of course I don't have anyone who cares about me at night I lied in bed and try not to let myself think because I know I'm alone and it will not get any better only worse as my parents get older and are no longer in the house five blocks up the street so I smother my tears and thy to hurry off to sleep but my dreams are haunted by the way I feel I wander aimlessly and alone through field of flowers and the birds shout that I am all by myself and they don't even want to fly close to me like the butterfly at the conservation house in Niagara Falls that lingered for a moment then lit on Susie's jacket I was happy for her but jealous because I think I have better shoulders and I am a more understanding person but the butterfly didn't think so and that made me sad that even the butterflies thought I should be alone

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

That's rather wonderful.

Funny and sad. I particularly like the bit about the butterfly and the shoulders.