- Lighter than air all around
- Floating tendrils of subatomic mist
- Spokes of light from a hub of glory
- Wheel me a riddle, riddle me a thousand new spokes
- This feeling is indescribable
- Like first kiss and first penetration into womanshole
- A shiver up the spine
- And the fortress crumbles
- What gathers the ineffable
- Is a scoop made of silver
- Its filigreed artwork along the sides
- Featuring bullfighters and mortally wounded bulls
- Something has to feed the spirit
- It cannot subsist on Doritos alone
- Something has to give
- The walls are too close
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Dark Sport 
The glory hub spins like the spinning-wheel that spins all ineffable last straws into gold used like gold dust sprinkled on a silver scoop of ice cream in a restaurant that makes the million dollar dessert just for symbolic celebration of wealth.
I like “ineffable” a lot better than “je ne sais quoi” but sometimes spell-check won’t give it its due. But something is needed to check for spells and incantations because to check a spell often requires the best bullfighters to fight bull and have the atomic onions to fry its steak with quantum sauce from the Big bang-bang
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Really liked this one. It’s fun how you throw in an obscenity right in the middle of all these lofty, almost scholarly images. I think that’s cool. Maybe it’s a kind of release?
I haven’t been writing or publishing much lately; just got back into swimming and I’m still adjusting to the new rhythm. But soon, once the practice gives me back my lungs, I’ll be writing more.
Would love to hear your thoughts on some of my short stories when you have the time, like The Flute, or any of the others.
Abraços!
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