Day Three for Imaginary Life Four, Poet:
The poet cries out in a strangled sort of cry.
You know, like you're drowning or something.
But like, a figurative drowning, because metaphor?
Oh God. Oh dear God...Is this what it feels like?
Why on earth would you have such a feeling as this.
I'm calling management.
(Picks up phone and dials. Music is heard. It is Aqua's "Barbie Girl" but modulated into a minor key.)
What the....?
(The music grows in volume. The phone begins shaking. It glows to the brilliance of a star and the explodes in a shower of diamonds and wet paper. For a moment, there is nothing. This extends into the next moment and then the next into eternity.)
The poet cries out in a strangled sort of cry.
You know, like you're drowning or something.
But like, a figurative drowning, because metaphor?
Oh God. Oh dear God...Is this what it feels like?
Why on earth would you have such a feeling as this.
I'm calling management.
(Picks up phone and dials. Music is heard. It is Aqua's "Barbie Girl" but modulated into a minor key.)
What the....?
(The music grows in volume. The phone begins shaking. It glows to the brilliance of a star and the explodes in a shower of diamonds and wet paper. For a moment, there is nothing. This extends into the next moment and then the next into eternity.)
Haiku of the Day:
Gabbing with madre
over beer and fresh sushi
Superb company
over beer and fresh sushi
Superb company
Today's Drawing
Glower - to look or stare with sullen annoyance or anger
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