Monthly Archives: December 2011

Slug or Gut Rot

Posted on December 29, 2011 by B Gourley

Swift is death by lead slug. Agonizing is the gut rot. Who should fear the bullet? Yet, they all do; they fear its certainty. It denies hope – even false hope. To have one’s innards turn to mush, that is … Continue reading →

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Terminus

Posted on December 29, 2011 by B Gourley

Terminus – Marthasville – Atlanta: City sprouted from ash growing like kudzu – spreading and climbing Once defined by trains and freight, it twists like a 3-D puzzle, Now defined by banks, computers, and banks of computers Still, vast tonnages … Continue reading →

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Nature’s Commentary on Life and Death

Posted on December 29, 2011 by B Gourley

Old gray marble headstones crevasses sprout vivid mossy green nature’s commentary on death Solid marble: smooth, cold, and heavy – eroded and weathered – historic in man’s time; fetal in geologic nature’s commentary on permanence The youngest was four. Tuberculosis? … Continue reading →

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We Didn’t Know…

Posted on December 22, 2011 by B Gourley

that it was the last gasp of our civilization. lights flickered, then decayed like a candle flame in rising wax that our cities would become lost cities. crushed under the inexorable force of a chlorophyl-fueled army that five billion was a killable … Continue reading →

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Which?

Posted on December 22, 2011 by B Gourley

He asked, “Would you rather be: rainy December day patio furniture – saturated with uselessness and dripping with fecklessness                         or a snowplow blade reflecting the July sun – corroding with inutility and burning with idleness” I responded, “At least the plow has … Continue reading →

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December Haiku

Posted on December 7, 2011 by B Gourley

something saddens me about a buffeting wind on a cloudy night  ridgeline silhouettes against lonely gray night skies real or imagined? survivor nightmares mind, why do you forsake now for those tragic days colored Christmas lights make me feel a five … Continue reading →

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Pushing Colossus

Posted on December 7, 2011 by B Gourley

boot black and blousing straps – check stripper clips and cleaning kit – check they’re waiting to push Colossus Colossus is a pregnant beast that births baby death mighty mike stands sentry – kill stick at the ready watching for … Continue reading →

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