I have started doing Unconscious Mutterings - Lunaniña's free association meme, but used the resulting twenty words in a poem just to do it. I had it on another blog, but realized it belongs here, with my other short stories and poems. Today, I wrote more of a story than poem. . . actually more of a poem than story, actually, it is just thoughts that poured in my head. . . all fiction, but then, fiction can be so relaxing. . . and it is Sunday. So, I give you, the actual meme answers and the thoughts that Lunaniña's original words provoked:
- Acoustic :: guitar
- Sanity :: rules
- Mambo :: sambo
- Session :: music
- Hound :: dog
- Cat :: ballou
- Coward :: me
- Trunk :: flies
- Hold me :: please
- Psychological :: trauma
He strummed his acoustic guitar
absently
much as he had run his thumb
along the ridge of her shoulder
as she laid in his arms the nights before.
His thoughts were on her, they always
returned to her.
"Mambo sambo," was Sara's favorite
dis. . . she would say, "that's just
mambo sambo," the way someone else would
say, "that's just crap ," or
he would say, "that's just hockey puck."
Sitting with her legs curled up beneath
her as read a trashy novel while
he played his session music
was how she spent her Thursday
afternoons.
On Fridays she sang
out in anger her altered version of
Elvis Presley, "You ain't nothing
but a hound,
Dog,
working all the time."
No, she did not stop there, but
compared whoever walked by next
to Cat Ballou, or the Lone Ranger,
or Hanky Panky -- not in her head
or whispered quietly to him,
but out loud in a breathless speech
pattern, in an attempt to gain
attention. Anyone's, at any expense.
If she met him for dinner and he arrived before her
she would slink up to him, put her finger
in the center of his chest,
let her eyes meet his and then slide them down his
whole being,
laugh out loud,
then blurt,
"You coward,
Me trunk,"
mimicking in reverse,
Tarzan's voice.
No, he would reply,
"Me brave,
you drunk."
At which, she would slide her body into his arms
there, in public. . .
and whisper into his chest,
Hold me, please. . .
Psychological trauma?
Witnessed,
repeatedly. . .
by a friend wanting to be more.
MeeAugraphie
06/10/07
Please, no need to copy my words, you can write your own that will suit your personality!
(Yes, Leon is just shaking his head in almost disbelief this stuff comes out of his wife's head. . . but then if I were perfectly normal. . . well, I wouldn't really be me!)
2 comments:
This does seem a bit like a stream of thought that serves no purpose at first, but I love it, and it's very sensual. I would never be so brave as to say what I was thinking or do what I wanted to in public or out loud. Awesome.
Clockworkchris - Neither would I, that's why I wrote it unconsciously, perhaps? Thank you for reading 'til the end and commenting.
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