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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3393 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Blackout M Three of us, subtly lit in the flit of a candle flame. One bottle of hemp seed beer is chased down and around the table by ontologies on love, lust, and betrayal in a blackout. He is young yet, disquieted. A query in the dark is imminent. His innocence irradiates the night in place of our wayward electricity – Why do so many marriages disintegrate? I defer to you, entertain the explanation: wooden blocks of discontentment become resentment; ennui forces one heart to rupture and fall against the next -- accountability dispensed with by pointing a finger at the Domino Theory. He takes this under advisement. You smoke. I pour scalding candle wax over my hand. You bring me a piece of ice. Lights flare. The real wonder is so many of them don’t, I dare, the flicker before the bulb in a lamp explodes. |
