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The Flower Machine
by Dan KastenI still look for you next to the flower machine
it brings a smile to my face remembering
those few days when it was just us against the world
our lives bridged amongst smart writing and well-planned insanity
to live out a scene worthy of any Hollywood script
it has been years since we spoke our languages
since we traded the mundane for the impossible for the mundane
I walk this town a ghost of my former life
wondering when you will appear
looking for the flower machine. 07/31/2007 Author's Note: "There's a man in the corner selling dozens of bones, every type of bone except the one that I want." -- Biffy Clyro
Austin. July 31, 2007. It's amazing what you can observe on the face of a stranger...
Posted on 08/03/2007
Copyright © 2025 Dan Kasten
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/03/07 at 02:30 PM "it has been years since we spoke our languages" - great line. I love the idea of this simple meeting place, the nostalgia you have brought to this. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 08/03/07 at 05:23 PM It's amazing, the mystery and mastery involved here. A bloom of form and content, the unfinished wantingness is so engaging and unforgettable. The "ghost" walks haunting himself/herself... and the automatic flower bouquet vending machine is the perfect symbolic meeting place, keeping the blooms cool and ready for use. |
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