if i leave here tomorrow
This seemed appropriate after last night's House:
Chess Match Ends in Fight
As one opponent calling out checkmate
an hour past midnight could crack a man
already broken and bring allegations
from his tongue, violence to his veins,
bring him to rise and hip-knock the table
so the legs screech, so the pieces quiver
and topple, the bishop a salt shaker
kissed by an elbow, bring him to blows,
to blows, to blows, to grasp the winner
and propel him through plate glass
as if a baptism in geometric water,
so the glass rains and dazzles the floor,
so he emerges from the window stunned,
lacerated, to bring blood and the lilac
breath of night, men with stars pinned
to their chests, handcuffs jiggling,
so one’s booked, the other’s stitched,
the coarse thread lacing up the lesions,
as and so and to bring this to this,
we will be there with our brooms.
~David Hernandez
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My funny is gone. My comic story keeps trying to turn serious on me, dammit! I do not approve. I need to get this done and posted before tomorrow night! Sigh. Stupid writing.
***
[eta] Okay, I don't even like facial hair most of the time, but OMG JENSEN...
that sound you heard (after the echo of the high-pitched squeeing died down) was my brain frizzling and popping.
*is dead*
(at least I died happily)
***
Chess Match Ends in Fight
As one opponent calling out checkmate
an hour past midnight could crack a man
already broken and bring allegations
from his tongue, violence to his veins,
bring him to rise and hip-knock the table
so the legs screech, so the pieces quiver
and topple, the bishop a salt shaker
kissed by an elbow, bring him to blows,
to blows, to blows, to grasp the winner
and propel him through plate glass
as if a baptism in geometric water,
so the glass rains and dazzles the floor,
so he emerges from the window stunned,
lacerated, to bring blood and the lilac
breath of night, men with stars pinned
to their chests, handcuffs jiggling,
so one’s booked, the other’s stitched,
the coarse thread lacing up the lesions,
as and so and to bring this to this,
we will be there with our brooms.
~David Hernandez
***
My funny is gone. My comic story keeps trying to turn serious on me, dammit! I do not approve. I need to get this done and posted before tomorrow night! Sigh. Stupid writing.
***
[eta] Okay, I don't even like facial hair most of the time, but OMG JENSEN...
that sound you heard (after the echo of the high-pitched squeeing died down) was my brain frizzling and popping.
*is dead*
(at least I died happily)
***