https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1758-week-of-nbsp-04-19-10 en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Wed, 10 Jun 2026 00:34:54 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12395-thorpe-park https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12395-thorpe-park Is it because we are potted plants in Acacia Gardens, a little green lung on the manicured streets, when what churns, core-deep, is molten desire, the lion-loud dark of wildebeest and veldt? Is this what drives the theme at Thorpe Park: the gut-wrenching rides of “SAW”, “Colossus” and “Nemesis Inferno”? That stomach-pit haul and thrust of corkscrew madness, clunk and gust of everything spun into oneness, the serenity of annihilation when now is all or nothing. I've adapted to this roller coaster. Life's little cart, chain-pulled into position then accelerating, through the nursery and spilled down the school-corridor, shunting and jolting through familial swerves, to the apex of love and floating free of cares before plummeting on the down-draft of disillusion, breathless and panting up expectation's thrilling groove only to spill again and again on the turning waves- cresting and burning on the sparks of our rails. All my loves, your faces sublime at momentary peaks, let me caress our balancing instant, pause to touch the sky cradling your cheeks and wind-washed hair before we descend into rushing hours, on-the-turn, bottoming-out of a strained ephemeral intensity, aligning to the drag of chains, contained, shrunk. Gravity is mortgaged bricks and mortar; sleepless nights and nappy-filled bins; a tired bedroom's cold-shoulder - until we rise again, weightless and alive to each other.    ... more u668857 The Personal Space of U668857 Sun, 25 Apr 2010 22:31:57 GMT /section-449-the-personal-space-of-u668857#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12395 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12395 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12395 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12393-the-color-of-air https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12393-the-color-of-air This one needs a better title...any ideas? Laurie Blum POETRY Mon, 19 Apr 2010 22:49:53 GMT /section-798-poetry#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12393 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12393 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12393 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12392-celestial-sorrow https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12392-celestial-sorrow   Deep down you cloak your heart disguised in nonchalance and apathy I see you crying for the sun of summer I touch you and deeply inhale the scent of your kiss Laurie Blum POETRY Mon, 19 Apr 2010 13:54:27 GMT /section-798-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12392 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12392 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12392