god dreams
Wed, 21 Mar 2007 at 03:36pm
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Counting blue cars drive by
the city skyline under neon
sunsets the impressionists would
envy for their color and the way
the colors blend. God was always
the best artist, in any era from
the impressionists to the
modernists who like to spill
paint on a canvas and find the
beauty like god dreams of late at
night under the glow*in*the*dark
stars he's pasted on the ceiling
of his one bedroom apartment where
the sink leaks and there's always
the sound of cars driving up and
down the street. Be fore the city
god wasn't sure he'd ever find some
where as beautiful as eden, but
decidedly more dangerous where the
girls are named for the flowers that
their mothers can't grow in the
acidic soil, but god tried anyway.
The flowers still weren't as
beautifully breathtaking as the girls named
after them. At least that's what
god thought after the flowers
started to bloom in the cracks in
the sidewalks and in the ruins of
burned down, demolished buildings
where the little kids would play
until the sunset when they were called
home for dinner by their angel
mothers.
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Very pretty. I like the flow, and you did a splendid job with the imagery. Set up the scene very nicely.
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