Metaphor is for poets, kids. We hard-boiled guys go for palpable factology. We like simile. Like or as. Like a dream. As if in a dream. Except the kind that exist out there in the Zeitgeist. You can put your meathooks on 'em. My dream is a condo in the clouds.
"In a Pig's Valise," Eric Overmeyer
[Chicago Avenue west of California Avenue]
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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- Ray Pride
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
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- we like simile
- searching for a magic door
- cold, bright eyes
- acquainted
- see her trembling lips
- the wind, the wind is blowing
- butterfly's torn wing
- a depression so profound
- infamous
- candy baby
- winnow the superfluous
- physical effect
- slept
- of your smell
- i shout love
- rain-rinsed hair, river tresses
- heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss
- zombie drunk from fermented peaches
- but the juke had long stopped playing
- at your funeral
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