The Broken Dragon

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-14T12:39:00

2005-06-14T19:37:58Z

Thus was the idea for a pork roast conceived: first the pig fell into the fire, and then came crashing down the jars of mustard and herbs.

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-12T14:43:00

2005-06-12T21:41:47Z

He didn't know what clogged his throat more--the dull incense or the dull sermon.

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-11T20:37:00

2005-06-12T03:36:25Z

Clever one-liners were never his strong suit, though he scraped at his keys with all the energy and enthusiasm of a virgin linebacker in his first whorehouse.

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-10T12:05:00

2005-06-10T19:06:02Z

The club was so swingin', a playground would have been jealous.

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-09T16:05:00

2005-06-09T23:04:29Z

The nightclub certainly had atmosphere, but not enough to support intelligent life.

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-08T07:12:00

2005-06-08T14:11:28Z

Air travel, like getting married, only looked fun and glamourous.

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-07T18:47:00

2005-06-08T01:47:42Z

He smiled brightly, like the Cheshire Cat on holiday in Chernobyl.

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-06T19:42:00

2005-06-07T02:41:50Z

Though it is commonly assumed that the American male is a ball-less wonder, it should be noted that the species often rises to noble callings and altruistic action--only to be slaughtered soon after.

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-05T10:29:00

2005-06-05T17:33:35Z

"There's nothing very mysterious about me, except that nobody really knows my origin, purpose, or destination."
--Ashleigh Brilliant

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-04T23:20:00

2005-06-05T06:19:57Z

"Remember," she intoned, malice and regret glowing in her eyes in equal measure, "remember, nothing and no one is as comforting or painful as an old lover or family. Only they can hurt you like this."

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-03T11:22:00

2005-06-03T18:23:10Z

Petty, childish, naive screeching could be heard even from outside the righly-appointed boardroom.

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-02T08:54:00

2005-06-02T15:53:34Z

Pounding pulsing throbbing lights and music that tore his weariness from his body--these were the nights he lived for.

brokendragyn @ 2005-06-01T14:58:00

2005-06-01T21:57:59Z

Rapid pulses of ochre and sanguine exploded in his head as his last breath invaded her mouth, like the rest of him invading the rest of her.

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-31T13:36:00

2005-05-31T20:34:44Z

The marriage ceremony was medievalism at its best.

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-30T19:53:00

2005-05-31T02:54:35Z

"I hate quotations."
--Ralph Waldo

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-29T23:36:00

2005-05-30T06:35:46Z

Waiting was never his favorite hobby, but lately it had become a full-contact sport.

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-28T19:03:00

2005-05-29T02:02:16Z

Trembling neon, drifts of throat-clogging tobacco smoke, and embossed mirrors completed his favorite beer-soaked haven.

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-27T08:44:00

2005-05-27T15:44:17Z

Rain beat a cadence against his grimed window as he drove, grey streets and grey clouds and grey car, all covering a grey man on his last journey to nowhere.

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-26T07:53:00

2005-05-26T14:53:45Z

Anticipation weighed in at seventy stone, throwing his stomach into a maelstrom and his mind into a supermarket line.

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-25T13:01:00

2005-05-25T20:00:27Z

Mercurial and saturnine, she was my muse, an entire pantheon unto herself.

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-24T21:16:00

2005-05-25T04:25:12Z

This saccharine chrysalis
Holds secrets twice
One is ugly
One is nice

This skulls grins in
And joyfully remains
On your shelf watching
Chatters silent refrains

Grip today in desperation
Sleep and tomorrow are enemies to fear:
Death is coming, says the skull,
But life--today--is here.

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-23T14:19:00

2005-05-23T21:19:41Z

Twisting espadrilles murmured their tactile song along the arches of her delicate feet, and he wished his breath could do the same.

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-22T22:02:00

2005-05-23T05:03:58Z

Shattered, the vessel awaits
Its final moments.
Without eyes, it sees the grinding plates
Descending.

Old and tired, the grinding plates
Never wanting, never desiring death
Their own, or anything else's.
Entropy without pain is still entropy.

Redemption at day's end,
A whistle to stop the factory.
The plates halt a scant inch from the shards
And the shattered vessel knows relief.

Time does not exist, but duration is real.
For the duration of the night,
Plates and vessel commune in borrowed time
Until morning severs brief alliance
And the vessel is ground to powder.

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-21T15:45:00

2005-05-21T22:45:09Z

Your broken afternoons are limitless: time has no meaning, but the interval is real.

brokendragyn @ 2005-05-20T06:03:00

2005-05-20T13:03:15Z

Pain came in kisses and bites, sudden as regret and intimate as a dream, from the whip of her words.