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~  S i n c e   The   W o r l d   B e g a n  ~

 

          Text/Voice: Sherry Steiner     Music: Steve Elling      

                                  

      

Section One of Nine Sections...

 

 
(Synopsis: Written from French idioms chosen primarily for their rhythms and word passages, Since The World Began is somewhat of a journey of someone who could be anyone...even you.)
 
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     An Awkward Moment In Paradise...

                                    

 ~

 

                                              a little overdue -                                                

thumb rubbing majors

filed past

the devil in spanish

chanting

poly-sci allegories

overconfident lies

stuffed in a sock ~

a broken seatbelt

a slick tire

3 dents daisy

somebody felt odd.

with eyebrows arched

back flat

tummy tucked

a slow hour to

nowhere stonewalling

the information canal

drenched in sweat…

a veil of roses

bedded a cherry picker

a sack of thorns

scorched millions

sitting

up and then down -

in the goldfish pond

a misunderstood poem

became a sonnet

of regret

as they all whispered

geronimo

morphing to granite

in one loud

mutter of

obliterated unreason…

textbooks

failed to deliver

breakfast on time

naked leather

simmered

  and a fracas

could be heard

in this

port-of-call ~

 

                                                        up till now…                                                            

                                                 a full imposed self                                                     

                                                       on earth                                                                       

                                                         bewildered                                                                 

                              flung open the quivering mouth                                

so fresh   so wonderful

in all its primitive

famine

hearing nothing

but sleep

illuminating in the

taut breath of

silence   daisy

struggling to repeat

an exceptional sound

the upper

arms flying around

disguised in monogrammed

flesh

ironed without starch 

 

so the next day

will be as fresh

as now

stroking caution

understanding

that the room

penetrates

light from behind

riddles choke  scalding

the rough voiced

caress

seized 3 o'clock ~

over there where

protest lingers

footsteps

intensify

a knot

in the throat

a coincidence without caution ~

 

held and caught

indefinitely

without knowledge

one sleeve

foolish

the other

whispering

risking twisting

taking

possession

past a watchful eye -

a pang of concern

an imposition

strapped by a

shoestring

dangling

a deliberate provocation

restlessly stirring

a

kiss

                                                             for conversation                                                                       

racing

double time

on a 78 rpm...

shivering aloud

fingers

adrift for 12 months

daisy

casually polishing

anger

in mid-flight

pretending temptation

 

with a wintry response ~

perfect clarity

at the five and dime...

 

it's impossible.

once again

a twisted labyrinth

as the

bartender

puts the glass

away ~

directly upstairs

a double-barreled

shot

could

be heard ~

daisy got up

walked out

without

consequence

condensation

or

even

constitution

in

three colors

flat ~

no one knew

what the reaction would be -

did it matter?

no it didn't -

did anyone care?

no they didn't -

so as time

went by

the chemistry

disappeared

beakers cracked 

liquid

dried up

haphazard intentions

went awry

all because

the

killer whale

got

beached

and beached

bad

in a foreign country...

 

pale

 

sky

revealing slender

hips    broad thoughts

swimming

fluidly close

as the villa

shrunk

in the reflection

below ~

somewhere between

3am and 9pm

a murmur      a pout

a curled lip

a breath

drawn in

at the junction ~

a tiny

shudder of panic

under the chin

temperature rising

while daisy

gave a

dismissive little

gesture      of the hand ~

sometimes     it is

impossible not to

breathe

among

billionaires

whose

instant gratification

comes

from the

ringing of a

bell...