Norman’s Movies
By Neila Mezynski
A bowl of overcooked spaghetti. Limp and sloppy. Throw me against the wall, Norm said, I’m done. Eat me Alice. Eyes closed too blank to see out. Thank god he had a rainbow inside. All sorts of beautiful colors lived in Norm’s head. Norm had a regular movie theater up there in Technicolor starring himself and almost anyone stored in his memory bank. Norm could fly like Peter Pan over the nurses, bedpans, unused bodies out into the cool cool breeze of evening and dance between twinkling stars and cheesy moons and tie ropes of golden strings around fireplaces with Norman’s Movies gently curling smoke around him. Scampering across rooftops, jumping over lamptops he drank and felt himself alive rolling around in any gutter out of control with booze and desire for her. Alive with no fences.
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By Neila Mezynski
A bowl of overcooked spaghetti. Limp and sloppy. Throw me against the wall, Norm said, I’m done. Eat me Alice. Eyes closed too blank to see out. Thank god he had a rainbow inside. All sorts of beautiful colors lived in Norm’s head. Norm had a regular movie theater up there in Technicolor starring himself and almost anyone stored in his memory bank. Norm could fly like Peter Pan over the nurses, bedpans, unused bodies out into the cool cool breeze of evening and dance between twinkling stars and cheesy moons and tie ropes of golden strings around fireplaces with Norman’s Movies gently curling smoke around him. Scampering across rooftops, jumping over lamptops he drank and felt himself alive rolling around in any gutter out of control with booze and desire for her. Alive with no fences.
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Bio: foundlingreview.com
everydaypoets.com
abandonedtowers.com
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