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Play war skinned noses and broken teeth JDN'81 _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Silent wonder And here I sit and wonder JDN'81 _____________________________________________________________________________________________
Requiescat I have mourned the loss of you grieved as I would have your death grieved the death of our union the passing of what once we both held dear The agony has cut me, brought me to my knees wracked with pain and suffering so unbearable my mind couldn't grasp a time that it might pass But quiet now is decending upon me slowly, a calm acceptance slowly, a laying to rest of what was once us To the future I cast a longing gaze only time can move me ahead For the now I wear the black flag on my heart and light a candle for you in my soul To mark the passing to grieve the loss to honor the time we shared with each other Requiescat in pax sanctorum JDN ‘94 _____________________________________________________________________________________________
Terminal (a short story) The man in the grey plaid suit strolls across the terminal, turning purposefully down the long corridor towards the safety deposit boxes. The chain on the handle of his attaché swings pendulously, its slow motion ending with the cuff on his wrist. Glancing at his watch, he notes the time; 12:45 p.m. He nods to himself, satisfied. Right on schedule... ...Warning! Contains unstable elements suspended in... As the last flight disappears into the night, Diego moves down the hall, glancing cautiously over his shoulder. The pack he carries across his shoulder sways slowly, straps slapping a small rhythm on its side. He knows what he must do, and filled with that feeling, he moves on, eyes following the passing numbers. He counts them off slowly to himself, warmed by the knowledge that it's not much farther now. Four-ninety-seven, four-ninety-nine, he looks about nervously; five-oh-five, five-oh-seven, all's clear up the hall; five-eleven, he stops, peers down the hall again. He digs into his pocket for the duped key... ...an oil based solution. Combination of these elements... Slowing down as his box gets nearer, Ivan Walker digs into his jacket pocket with his free hand and produces a gold cigarette case. He releases a small catch with the side of his thumb and rolls a cigarette out onto his palm with practised ease. A flip of his thumb and the case snaps shut. His hand raises first to his lips, wedging the cigarette there. Case still held in his palm, he dips it back into his pocket, exchanging the case for an embossed gold lighter. This he raises to light his cigarette, then drops back into the pocket. Drawing in deeply he walks on, trailing thin blue smoke lines in the air behind. A small self-satisfied smile plays on his lips as he strolls, becoming thoughtful, then troubled. He stops in front of his box and digs once again into his pocket, this time producing an airport box key. The worn five-one-one on the side he checks against the number on the door. He inserts the key and turns it... ...and water will produce an immediate... Carefully packing the plastic wad into the corner, Diego digs a shallow trench in the surface, then places a small capsule in it. One side of it contains a clear, shimmering liquid; the other, a small lump of some dark mineral in a yellowish fluid. Between the two, a small fragile wall. Directly above this, he places a metal weight dangling on the end of a string, which he runs first through a pivot placed in the ceiling, then out into his hand which he holds outside of the door. He closes it and carefully tests the string. Satisfied, he takes a razor blade and slices off the remaining line tight to the door. It's a good job, and nothing shows. With a self-satisfied smile he shakes out a cigarette and, dragging a match against his jeans, lights up. Smiling, he walks away... ...explosive reaction. Keep out of reach of children... JDN ‘81 _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Polly Vinyl
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