Act Three, Scene Forever
By Adam Gaucher
Award winning sculptures and figures of speech, with lovely gray eyes dancing across pages of amateur writer's block. Guillotine blood fills paintbrush cup, canvas thick with daylight favoritism. Grandfather clocks, and none of the above, the deaths they signal every second, and on seasoned dust gathered in obsolete flesh. Miniature creatures orbit center stage, the curtains close, and the lights they fade to black. Written June 5th, 2001 © on Apr 16 2002 10:11 AM PST 0 • 10
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