Archive for February, 2013

The time is NOW

  Her worn red suede boots kept an odd rhythm upon the uneven sidewalk, her stride broken into a strange saunter to accomidate the accumulated scar tissue her body housed. The near ocean air swept crazy tendrils across her faint smile, as her arm cradled her evenings companion, a svelte body of celebratory bubbly, something significant was in her sights, and the walk home had a particular sweet meloncholy.

 The time was now, this shifting drifter to once again take flight, take up residance in a new town, and allow the next chapter to write itself. Her departure shall coincide with the day her most beloved left her to take a dirt nap in the bone orchard, the symbolism was not lost on her. 

 Though she would miss all she could count on in her current existance, it had become so very predictable, and that had no appeal to her any longer. She was not the type of gal who wanted to have more than a vague inclination as to what each day would hold, she enjoyed the spark of mystery, and for some time, that has dwindled to mearly a burning ember at best.

 The time was now, the destination, a sleepy country town she never heard of, to find something that she seemed to have lost. Soon, the days will grow longer, the night sounds will chatter louder, and warmth will muscle out the old cold, and she will find herself ambling along country roads by foot or bicycle, drinking it all in, savoring the newness, and turning many corners, to find what comes next.


A girl who became a Phoenix

She stood at the corner of Bad Decisions and Regret

Her pain was vibrant, it sliced through the stratosphere

She wore her sorrow as her crown

This terrible solitude

Such the Svengali

To see with dead eyes

This fractured soul

She can no longer hear the music

But soon, soon

A blanket of new shall envelope her

As she moves down the shimmering boulevard

And she will once again rise

The Phoenix from the flames

She don’t play nice

As Clementine shimmied and swayed upon the bar top, she swung her lippy hips with such terrific, viscious force that as she leaned low to shoot whiskey from the bottle the bar keep innocently left unattended, she heard above the hootin and hollerin a masdculine drawl yell out, ” watch it darlin, don’t want ya to go breakin yerself” and as she turned her attentions to the dumb fuck who spoke too soon, she summoned a bright smile and purred at him ” I was born broken ” and proceeded to introduce his face to her boot.

And just as casual as yesterday, she hopped down off the bar, swiped her road worn suede jacket from the hands of one of the many stunned bar patrons , and waltzed out the front door, leaving the poor son of a bitch stranded on his back, not entirely sure what, or who, in this case, hit em.

Ya see, when ya trade the brawl for the drawl, don’t play with gals like Clementine, because as she’s said before, you’ll only end up winning yerself a mouthful of teeth. Not such a pity in this case, doubt the dumb yokel had anything close to a full set before she got to him.