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the place where veins meet

Aug. 31st, 2006 | 11:02 pm
posted by: bad_mushroom in les_cannettes

and if you wept she wouldn’t care
she wanted you and she wanted you and she
ran her fingers through your hair.
and sometimes you are like midnight
and sometimes you wonder
is there life beyond the lamplight?

she is both dawn and dusk she
would leave the empty husk
of you at my feet.
if there was ever a bad choice
it was you, smooth as silk and full of voice
and laughter as you skim the surface
of the place where veins meet.

and if you smiled she wouldn’t care
I would love you and love you and you
never would run your pale fingers through my hair.
and sometimes I am like daylight
and sometimes I paint the brim of the world
as it fades into deep night.

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The Elf-Man Goes Human! And Other Things.

Jun. 7th, 2006 | 12:23 pm
posted by: bad_mushroom in les_cannettes

Implied bisexuality! Chain smokers! Slightly insane Welsh college students!Collapse )

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The Adventures of Mallory Yellinger and Samuel Kent

May. 4th, 2006 | 09:34 pm
location: Portland, ME
mood: complacentcomplacent
music: Stars of Track and Field--Belle and Sebastian
posted by: bad_mushroom in les_cannettes

The Adventures of Mallory Yellinger and Samuel KentCollapse )

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On the Subway

Apr. 25th, 2006 | 08:47 pm
posted by: eldonkeyo in les_cannettes

On the Subway

There was chill in the subway station as a gust of wind issued from the tunnel. On the platform a few desolate travelers gazed into the dark mouth from which they hoped a train would emerge. From an unknown source in the shadows came a low melody that enchanted the desolate urban halls and slowly persuaded the toes of the crowd to tap. In the benches along the wall women with heavy lines on their face from a long day’s work sat where they collapsed upon their arrival, and a few men in suits perused their freshly purchased newspapers. And beyond the turnstiles in his authoritarian castle of glass a man wearing a blue city uniform peered out over his domain as he folded his hands in his lap and resettled in his chair waiting for a tourist, unfamiliar with the subway, to stumble forward to ask his assistance.

Every head turned towards the tracks as their vibration announced the forthcoming train. The tracks began to rattle and the air began to rush through the station as the train roared into the station.

At least half a dozen travelers pushed their way from the train as the crowd in the station shoved its way on. In the train passengers crumbled into chairs or resigned themselves to standing in the aisle gripping the metal poles supplied. Over the loudspeaker came a voice that warned the passengers of their proximity to the closing doors.
By the time the train operator has finished her announcement the doors have closed. The train has started to move; the tourists who are standing near the doors stumble as the train lurches forward. The train clicks against the tracks and barrels from the dim light of the station into the darkness of the tunnel.

The tapping of the train against the rails becomes faster, and the electric motor grows louder as the train plunges into the passageway. Out side the window the bustle of the station moves farther away, and then vanishes abruptly. The lights and forms of the subway blur together into streaks and flashes; they lose their distinct qualities and become unfamiliar and rush past outside the train, traveling a few blocks, like stars outside a space traveling-vessel, leaping through universes.

Suddenly from the chaos outside a window emerges, hanging suspended like a painting on a formless wall, through which is visible an identical subway car with identical passengers; the men in suits, the exhausted women, the stumbling tourists all float within this window. Just as suddenly this window submerges itself again in formlessness and the train slows and screeches to a halt. It has arrived.

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Disenchanted (Part Four)

Mar. 6th, 2006 | 06:52 pm
posted by: bad_mushroom in les_cannettes

And I'm at it again! More Elf-Man this time around, kiddies...Collapse )

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The Cantos de la Luna

Feb. 28th, 2006 | 08:17 pm
posted by: eldonkeyo in les_cannettes

Cantos De l' Luna

I want to stay out late enough tonight to make my mother cry.
I want to shout things at the bright full moon in the late October Sky.
I want to stay out late tonight and I don’t know why.
I don’t know why.

I want to go down to Simpson’s point and skip stones in the Bay.
I’ld call a cab and hitch a ride but there’s no way I could pay.
I want to go down to the point and I still think I may.
I still that I may.

And I’m singing the Cantos de la Luna
I can’t see for the stars in my eyes.
When you’re singing the Cantos de la Luna
You can’t sleep while the moon’s in the sky.

I want to stay out late enough tonight to make my mother cry.
I want to shout things at the bright full moon in the late October Sky.
I want to stay out late tonight and I now know why.
I know why.

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Disenchanted (Part Three)

Feb. 7th, 2006 | 08:21 pm
mood: busy
music: Sister Golden Hair Suprise--America
posted by: bad_mushroom in les_cannettes

The continuing adventures of Lydda, Heather and the Elf-Man (sorry, no Keel this time)Collapse )

Excuse the Boston-love rantishness. Critique goes here.

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Jan. 9th, 2006 | 06:41 pm
posted by: bad_mushroom in les_cannettes

The Sin of Goose EggsCollapse )

Poetry in italics from "A Death-Scene" by Emily Brontë.

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Jan. 7th, 2006 | 12:29 am
posted by: eldonkeyo in les_cannettes

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