Efficient, Convenient,
Loud and Bright,
Grungy and Concrete,
And covered in Vinyl Banners.
I go to the store, my local Wellcome,
And new vinyl banners are up,
Tied on with zip-ties,
Saying different things:
Some from the government,
"Don't Litter", "Recycle",
One's about Mosquitos.
Many are from politicians
Two faces, two names, some vague party slogan.
Never quite clear for what election.
I sit in the bus and look out the window,
A vinyl banner outside the Rural Committee.
"Oust Corruption, Support the Will of the People."
The light turns green, and the bus moves on.
Next week a new banner, green instead of pink,
"Support the Will of the People, Help Oust Corruption."
A man and a woman come to the school.
And teach us to use the banners,
How to make stationary boxes out of the vinyl.
"To help save the environment"
All the banners are monochrome.
Clearly printed for this workshop.
I walk home to the bus station on the way home from school.
Another electoral banner, but this one's cut up.
Some politicians face stabbed, with a knife or scissors.
I look at the banner, wondering what it said that made them so angry,
I see no answers.
I look at the vinyl box,
Taken home from that workshop
It's bad and saggy, and always falls over.
I keep it out of spite.
Covered in Vinyl Banners.
Grungy and Concrete,
Loud and Bright,
Efficient and Convenient.
Anderson’s boots dragged along the termite-ridden staircase, too weary to lift them more then was required to ascend.
Scrape. Thunk! Scrape... Thunk!
Each time he moved up a step his boots swept across the top to smack into the edge before pulling itself over to proper footing. At the attic’s entrance, Anderson placed his palm to the door, brushing it downwards exhaustively in an effort to open it with minimal force. As the entrance cleared, door opening with loud creaks and groans from poorly maintained hinges, Anderson pressed into the room. Maul dropping from his hands with a booming Thud, he immediately made for the bed. Turning and dropping his full weight backwards, Anderson bounced with the give of the mattress then heard the crack of a dilapidated frame piece. Great, he thought with a pinch of the bridge of his nose.
Painfully hissing he removed his boots one at a time before dropping them aside without bringing himself up all the while. In his current state he’d not even noticed his younger brother, Tommy, sitting at the table playing with a deck of cards.
Swiveling in his seat, the young boy hopped from the chair before bolting for the bed. Tackling into the side of the frame, Tommy vaulted over the edge of the bed, scurrying over Anderson’s body to lay on the other side of him. When Tommy bounced over the older brother’s body, Anderson let out a pained grunt, his face contorting before shutting his eyes.
“Got to finish the story, Addy. Been waiting all night for you t’ get home an’ I can’t sleep without a story.” Tommy said whilst trying to rock the arm of Anderson.
Anderson let out a sobbing groan of defiance, his lower lip protruding outward.
“Can’t we just do it tomorrow, Tommy, m’ just so tired already.”
Tommy however remained resolute in his demands, shaking Anderson even harder now until the agitated man finally gave in.
“Every fuckin’ day he’d sing to the fuckin’ winds!” Anderson shouted.
With a harsh slap to Anderson’s forearm, Tommy pushed his hand into the side of Anderson’s head and began rocking it side to side.
“Tell it right!” He shouted.
“Fine, fine, fine...” Anderson rambled on, resisting the urge to fall into a deep slumber.
“So every day the giant sang, an’ every day the winds brought it to the mountains. An’ on the wind’s return it carried the warmth of the woman’s song, keepin’ the giant company along the cold seashore until the day came that-”
A long pause ensued, too long for dramatic effect. With the sound of a snore rumbling from Anderson’s throat, Tommy began shoving again.
“Until what day!”
“Fuckin’, hell- the, what?!” Anderson jolted looking to either side before easing himself down again.
“He could go home.” Anderson continued on after a sad groan.
“He’d fight for months, but every second-summer the creatures disappeared without a trace. The lands were safe again, an’ he knew he’d not be needed for another season. When the time finally came for his deserved rest, the giant was pleased to sing to his lover- “I’m comin’ home” he’d say, an’ then his trek began.”
Anderson’s hand waved through the air in a flowing motion.
“Across the River of the Aera he’d paddle in his longboat for three days an’ three nights, all the while singin’’ to the winds ‘I’ll be home soon’.”
His fingers then made a walking motion.
“Then through the plains of the wheatlands he’d march, collecting bushels of golden stocks for his supper, still singin’ to the winds ‘I’m almost there’. Until finally-”
Anderson held his hand up to halt, his palm flat in the air before dropping suddenly onto the bed.
“He found the Lake of Whispers.” Anderson began murmuring quietly, his hushed voice trying to mimic the sound of the fabled Lake.
“But-” Anderson held up a finger.
“This summer held a surprise for the giant. Now he’d seen all the things this land had. He knew every tree, every boulder, every creature along his journey an’ most of them by name! But this season held somethin’ new. Along the shore of the Lake was a great hole. Deep an’ wide, the Giant gazed down into the endless void, his voice echoing off it’s walls as he tried to make sense of how far it ran. All was quiet while the giant stared inward, until something answered back...”
Tommy’s eyes widened, his small fingers raking further over Anderson’s forearm.
“What was it? What answered, Addy?
Was it a monster?
Addy?
Addy!”
Tommy tugged and pulled at Anderson’s unconscious body, but nothing shook him this time. He was down for the count, out cold, 100% asleep, some fourth metaphor. Then with a defeated sigh, Tommy rolled himself out of the bed. Scooping up the lone blanket the brothers had that now lay on the floor, Tommy pulled himself up again doing his best to drape it over Anderson.
Late night writing. Finally getting back into it! Hard for me at the moment, with everything that is going on but I am trucking through! #writingelephantblog #writer #writersofinstagram #latenight #messyhandwriting #writingbyhand #sleepywriting
Don't know what I am going to write.. I am just feeling bored.. So better find something to do..
Next to me.. next to my bed... next to the table in the kitchen as well.. There are plenty of books I need to read in order to finish my final report but.."Nah... it makes me sleepy.. "
... 5 minutes gone, still an empty mind..
........ Another 10 minutes, was chatting with my friends... " I'm behaving like A MAN".. what an awesome complement of him to me.. made me wonder .."duh, WTH???"
Really? DO I act like a guy? pas du tout... for REAL??
But, yeah.. there is a good point in it that I have a new disease.. new fear besides SPIDERS, CREEPY things... LOVE??!! [ WTF am I talking about right now???]
Talk about LOVE, which reminds me about blood ---> i've been bleeding too much and to prevent me from BLOOD shortage.. i would like to stay away from it.. [cause even without Love, I still found myself got bleed so many times, just like this morning.. bleeding ear.. Mother******???]
Going through my currently affair right now.. I realize that I'm really INTO him.. I have to see him everyday.. his picture on my wallpaper, on my phone theme... even inside my ring... IS IT LOVE ??? XD .. He doesnt know who I am, where I'm from.. but WHO CARE?? it's better for me I guess.. Why? because when something is unreachable.. is far from your hand, it will always be beautiful.. But when you got it, will you still have the same feeling toward it?
People say I'm NUTS.. but it's fine.. I'm prefer being a NUT... than being a skin to be peel off.. at least.. some nuts are good for health... :)) ..
READ this BLOG since beginning... I know the ONE and only ONE... I'm too sleepy to do anything which makes sense.. XD
