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the scarecrow always loved her
the land stretches flat for miles
in austere black&white
so Victorian & without drama.
our homes are gingerbread redundancies
adorned with dry floral wallpaper
and ancient furniture made sturdy
by long dead artisans;
bleak & oblique.
but we make it cinemascopic
by telling ourselves
there’s no place like it.
the colors are non-technic even in our dreams
where romance is a stoic procession
of tin men & catatonic lions.
the farmhands have done what they can
to rob the richness from the soil
and an old woman strikes a dinner chime
to remind us that we are still in Kansas.
I will hi-lite my secrets for you, Bud
with the hammer of my heart
as we wait for the redemptive cyclone
that will carry us all
to the Emerald City…
Published 6th Apr 2014
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6th Apr 2014 9:09am
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- Edited 15th Apr 2019 9:40pm
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6th Apr 2014 6:08pm
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8th Apr 2014 11:22pm
Dust from those dry fields swirl around me as I stand in your poetic vastness... You take me there every time, each world more stunning than the last. Your journey is the emerald city... love it, dearly.
9th Apr 2014 1:51am
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15th Apr 2014 6:36am
Wonderful refraction of the classic Oz... no way Toto can live up to this friendship.
But the scarecrow always was cuddlier than the tin man, anyway.
But the scarecrow always was cuddlier than the tin man, anyway.
