Feb 01, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight 1 Comments

Implode (Resurrection)


The air here was different.

Gone was the moisture.

The lull of falling water.

The songs of velvet birds.

Hereā€¦

The air was different.

It was possessive.

Persistent.

It required something of you.

Gone were the mudded paths,

And fruit bearing Carambola trees.

Replaced by harsh, concrete slabs.

And towers of glass.

Absent were the faithful primates.

Replaced by an animal of a different kind.

For this was still the jungle.

Where the trees were made of steel.

And yellow beasts roamed and wailed….

A satchel was still required,

Though preferably a full-grain, leather tote, with embroidered stitching completed by hand, in a province of France.


This was the jungle.


With gazelles in stilettos.

Blue Jaguars.

And modelesque giraffes.


This was the corner of Broadway & Houston.


This was New York City.


He was home.


Implode. Part III – DK

One Comment to Implode (Resurrection)

  1. Miri
    February 1, 2010 11:23 AM

    beautifully written, I'm intrigued!

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  • A NOTE ON IMPLODE

    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="http://vaionyva.com/2010/01/implode-the-birth-of-max-mulberry/">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.
    Grazie.
    Merci.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK