### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ####### ## [ Wild Orchid Moments ] [ By Duane Locke ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ By Duane Locke WILD ORCHID MOMENTS Oak hammock , wild orchids shake Between ferns on fallen oak branches. I kneel to crawl under spiderwebs, Their fingers caress my neck's back. My knees darkened by the wet moist earth. Red fungi leaped out of wet, decaying tree limbs, The red shaped like Chiarra's lips. TWANG The twang of this wan rainy light Is the twang Of a sad mandolin. It is the sound from the foottracks of the heavy rain Walking heavy footed across rain puddles. The rain is walking across fields to drench a city, Drench my house, Surround my house With the sound of a sad mandolin. PRESENT, FUTURE WINTERS In her golden dragon adorned jade colored dress, She gazes at mulberry tree's bare branches. She gazes at the frozen pond, See cracked ice float. Goes inside to gaze at the bed curtains, Embossed, gold-thread geese Migrate towards mirrors. WATERMELONS Our mother would thump Watermelons, Just the men would do. Other men did not thump watermelons. Only the men did. The sound of the thump Was supposed to reveal If the watermelon was ripe and red inside. We, her children, never understood Why she wore a raspberry dress With thin raspberry straps over bare shoulders. One morning, we awoke To find my mother gone. All we had for breakfast was a watermelon. When we cut it open, it was green. MARY Mary watched her mother select A doll from the Goodwill box. Mary saw that the doll looked like her. The mother took the doll into the kitchen, Not knowing Mary was watching her. With a butcher knife, the mother beheaded the doll. The dark-haired, brown-eyed mother Jumped up and down on the doll's blonde hair and blue eyes. The only thing that saved Mary from fear Was that her eyes were hazel. --- Duane's biography: http://www.uXu.org/dlocke.htm --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #527 Underground eXperts United 1999 uXu #527 Call Postcards From The Edge BBS -> telnet pfte.iirg.org ---------------------------------------------------------------------------