#broken wall

[vincent-mourlon-b]

[dreamsinthefoxhollow]

University Beach

I am in school. It is a university. I am in a classroom and it is very dark, like for a movie or video presentation. There is an instructor near me in the dark. I start to talk and then start to brag. I know a lot about "building parallax" and I want them to know.

I am outside in the parking lot near a beach. It is sunny and hot. People are out laughing and having fun. I am working under the hood of a car. It's modern and there are pieces of plastic all over, some removed to access different areas. I am trying to adjust the car's idle. I finally find a screw I can turn.

The beach is getting busier and busier. The day drags into the afternoon, evening, and night. All at once. Finally, the lights go out and everyone starts to leave in a single sullen crowd.

They exit the beach through a door that leads into a hallway. Inside it is more like a convention center hallway, or hotel meeting room areas. There are tables in the middle of the hallways with lots of food on them. On closer inspection, it is all just confections and no actual food.

The instructor is standing near the tables so I go over to talk to them again. I want to flaunt my knowledge. I want to brag to them. I start explaining the thing about parallax from earlier. I realize this is my mother I am talking to.

I leave the university but there is a wall in the way. I feel around on the wall but it is just cinderblocks and paper with no openings. A maintenance worker comes over and breaks a hole in part of the wall. I squeeze through the gap with some difficulty.

I walk out of the parking lot, which seems to be the back of the university. The parking areas are small in that section. My Jeep is parked on the side of a street outside the parking lot. Before I get to it I see something on the sidewalk. It is a handgun just lying on the sidewalk. It belongs to me. It's been there for a very long time, dropped and forgotten. I throw a jacket onto it then pick it up in the bundle and get in my Jeep.

There are a pile of cars in the street and I can't get out of the spot I am parked at. Someone yells at me from nearby, leaning out of a pickup truck. The guy is screaming that I hit and damaged their truck. I haven't even started the Jeep. I laugh at them and flip them off. 

I wait as the traffic jostles around. After a while it clears and I have the road nearly all to myself. I start the Jeep and hear the V8 under the hood roar to life. Should I tear out of there and down the road like it's a dragstrip? Nah. I just idle out onto the road and drive away.

[elizjjwold]

by Elizabeth Johnson-Wold

[berlincitydrifter]

eden horizon. burnt apples and serpents in disguise. Berlin, May 2018

[kedvesems]

[tanyaluca]

Urban HERO

[musicaloner]

[sparksofcalliope]

Two Poems by A. G. Elrod

#poetry #SparksofCalliope #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity #poems #poemas #Netherlands

Oostkerk in October Broken wing and cowering beside the ancient doorWhile hollow echoes oscillate the empty chime withinConcrete eyes of living death unable to exploreThe mystery that lies between intention and beginOnce young now in between the thread of life and mysteryOf hands that held the fire’s tongue now singed and cooled apartThe bell between chimes hollow still into an empty seaOf…

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