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| Ozone “Great Puppet Moon how came to be your romantic interlude?” asked the midnight vixen contemplating her smaller universe. Meditating momentarily, the buxom nymph failed to notice she was up to her knees in a pool of misconceptions, distorted perception. Gravity was teasing Moon with a single string theory, trying to pull him back into rotational reality to avoid his dark side and his cheesy demeanor. H20 murmured incoherently as he swirled surly splashing her tanned thick calves. The Moon dummy started to answer but was distracted by a low flying stunt double pilot fishing with a comets tale dangling from his line; the night lunged forward, whirled into motion as stars fell for the bait, clouds gathered to watch and Air just stared. “Great Puppet Moon what’s the reason for your delayed quixotic trance?” questioned the Queen from her standing seductive immersion into erotic fantasy. The Moon Mache failed again to reply as he suddenly choked, coughing and gasping for lack of oxygen. In the questionable immediate silence the lady dismissed the Moon with terrible insignificance. “Great Puppet Moon is your pale yellow color indicative of cowardice in facing the day, were you unworthy of bright succession, relegated to these nights as a disfigured world, unable to cast shadows, born cold shouldered and wasting away?” Moon knew he had been manipulated. It had happened before. His breathing back to normal and his anger subsiding, he glowed fully nostalgic unable, unwilling to defend his position. In the Universe, all objects of matter, matter in the balance and continuation of evolving solar systems. Energy goes unseen but refuses to be ignored. Ozone is hardly known but never alone. The Moon turned his attention to other landscapes; he could still hear the flirty fair maiden laughing, now consumed. It wouldn’t be the last time Ozone would have his way with her. Chadwick James (poet/singer/songwriter) Tucson, Arizona Ozone open serenity i try to say those words again and my sounds don't reach you muddle my sweetness as i become another flagrant doll a mockery of what i wish we could share together -Matthew Ahearn, Bryson City, North Carolina Ozone I saw her first time as I churned out the miles, she stood there seductive, in a striped dress, licking blood- red lips and with one of those smiles. Her name was Ozone, I thought that kinda hip, and I knew at once if I was a sailor I'd pick her as my ship. Every day I ran, I'm a marathon man, I'd try and look out for her, such pleasure to see the wind in her long blonde hair, with crazy streaks here and there, she tossed it back with never a care. Sometimes when she stood still, my amorous heart would leap and then I saw her feet stuck in the sea, staying cool and healthy as can be. The salt water worked wonders 'cause one night I saw her in a disco bar and watched in amazement as she flirted with a pole. Then she clicked her high heels and looked deep into my soul. ”Oh, walk me home, my Running Man,”she said with a smile,” I think I'm now famous just for a while.” As I looked up at the dark sky I saw the love-sick moon drop down in a swoon and a tearful sad face cracked right up in two. The moon heard my wish and watched as Ozone sent me a kiss. I'm like Don Juan when it comes to the girls, kiss one here and give another a twirl. And then I saw up in the sky a Mafia guy flying a plane, who,while pretending to fish, acted insane. As we went past a BIG HOUSE I wanted to buy Ozone said “It's perfect. No worry .Don't cry. “ And it's now where we enjoy our life style , shedding those calories,those blobs of fat once in a while. -Cleveland W. Gibson, (Author of Billabongo) Faringdon, Oxon, United Kingdom |
