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The Chutzpah Adversity

Contributed by Adam_Gaucher on Sunday, 25th August 2002 @ 08:54:12 PM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered



The evil species checks in at midnight.
"Mother," she says, "my fingernails
have started to grow back in again."
"Really?" she inquires. "Yes," she
responds, "he has many wonderful
tricks in his little bag of magic, all
of which I'm sure you'd hate.
"Whatever do you mean child?" she
asks. "His life's work! Killing you
with all his love," she says," it's
his bag Mother.

That's why I love her. She isn't
stupid. Her tasty sweet lips
trapped in that guilty smile: I miss
her.

She looks at the last three bites
and decides not to finish her pancakes.
Just then her secret love pulls into
the parking lot. "Well," she thinks
"another three bites couldn't hurt,"
as her love is seated within reach.
(Who will make the first move). Enter
the savior; the missing link; an
acquaintance of hers is joining her
love. With a guilty smile and rolling
eyes, she joins them. The rest
is history.

"Where's the love! Where's the drug
deal!" she says in her lover's flat. "The
what?" he asks laughing. "My book,"
she says, "I have something to write."
"Oh, it's in my bag," he responds,
"'absorbing energy', or some such."
"Ah that's right," she says pausing,
"what a stupid concept." They
exchange a pleasant glance. "All
along we've neglected the little ones'
pacing along the greenest weasel!" he
states, "the sweat and rain for a most
perfect hair day." "Yes!" she says,
"I actually am quite famished, thank
you Love." "Shells and alfredo?" he
asks. "I could only hope so," she
concurs, "but don't forget your love
of basil!"

My love of basil is worthy
of science fiction. Do not expect
the absence of this seasoning when
I cook for you. There isn't
much I couldn't add it to,
so watch your mouth.

"I agree," she says, "you would look
like van Gogh's self portrait with your
head shaved." Her comment stemming
from a debate held several hours prior.
"Ah, I see," he responds, "you just
didn't want to kill the conversation."
"Exactly," she says, "and I just love
the look on your face when I dismiss
the obvious." He reenacts the look.
"I also don't want you to shave your
head," she adds, "I much prefer you
and your Roger Daltrey fixation."
"Thanks," he says, "but what about the
Mick Jagger?" "What about the
Joni Mitchell?" she responds, "Let
me paint you."

My favourite poetic element, the
allusion, used in common discourse.
That's why I love her. She's clever
that way. Her gorgeous situation
and the back roads driving home:
somehow I had missed her when I
once was searching. "Where are
you now?" he asks.




Copyright © Adam_Gaucher ... [ 2002-08-25 20:54:12]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Chutzpah Adversity (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Tuesday, 14th January 2003 @ 08:11:54 AM AEST
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very nice A fine write




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