A Micro Graphic Novel Project |
Herbert wakes, cuts and burns. |
By jdoublep |
http://www.baddaboom.org |
The morning snaps, crackles and pops. Work begins. |
Main Entry: chain saw Function: noun : a portable power saw that has teeth linked together to form an endless chain - chain·saw /'chAn- |
"I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay. I sleep all night and I work all day." -Monty Python |
"I'm a lumberjack baby I'm a lumberjack now baby I'm a lumberjack baby I'm a lumberjack baby But I ain't jacked my lumber baby Since my chain saw you" -Jackyl |
why things burn My fire-eating career came to an end when I could no longer tell when to spit and when to swallow. Last night in Amsterdam, 1,000 tulips burned to death. I have an alibi. When I walked by your garden, your hand grenades were in bloom. You caught me playing loves me, loves me not, metal pins between my teeth. I forget the difference between seduction and arson, ignition and cognition. I am a girl with incendiary vices and you have a filthy never mind. If you say no, twice, it's a four-letter word. You are so dirty, people have planted flowers on you: Heliotropes. Sun- flowers. You'll take anything. Loves me, loves me not. I want to bend you over and whisper: "potting soil," "fresh cut." When you made the urgent fists of peonies a proposition, I stole a pair of botanists' hands. Green. Confident. All thumbs. I look sharp in garden shears and it rained spring all night. 1,000 tulips burned to death in Amsterdam. We didn't hear the sirens. All night, you held my alibis so softly, like taboos already broken. -Daphne Gottlieb |
Night falls. Work ends. The fire-licked logs snap, crackle and pop. Herbert rests... 'Tis only human to appease a hungry fire. |
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