this is a what-i-felt-was new form of writing that at the very least i have not seen before. i have written a lot more than i have read, probably, so it may well have been sparked times before.

without further ado, a piece titled “Impressionism”:

 

A Dream.

Naked.

Ecstasy.

The wind roared around a maniac hotel. Snowballs were thrown, & cold air breath was faked to be from a non-existent cigarette.

Snowballs were thrown. Snowmen smiled. Lightning veined the air. The sky was blue. A kid laughed.

Snowballs were thrown.

The belly laughs of beerbellies. Old St. Nick rapped on the windows. Snowballs were thrown. A snowglobe glittered down.

Slushpuppies. The air around a fireplace. The teddybears of understandings of lovers. The shy eyes. People in striped coats. Plaigiarism.

The wind roared around the maniac hotel, & the bedsprings shrieked. Her panties hung off the bed.

Ecstasy. Sleds. An old crow.

Rollerskates make marks.

The icicles were like candycanes.

Her shoes were like iceskates.

The car ride was so filled with fumes we got lightheaded. Dizzyspells. Earthquakes. Jupiter. Nam.

Election results. Red, white, & blue. Sparklers. The wind roared around the maniac hotel. Mashes of berries.

Mashes of berries. Creativity his or herself. The seeds.

John Milton. Chris Matthews. Isaac Hayes.

The ghost ship. Ennui reaching out from The Muses. The hand in the puppets. Mannequin with a scarf.

Elvis.

The wind roared around the maniac hotel; snowballs were thrown.

I opened the door. Elvis. Parades of people. The low shelf.

Bookshelf. Elvis. Mashes of berries. Election results.

The wind howled creativity. A spine. Two people, loving inbed. ((The bed springs shriek creativity.))

City skyline. Elvis. Tambourines. The table romance-band.

People in tanktops. Elvis. Mashes of berries. Election results. The sky was blue.

The Sun burned angry. (People in tanktops. Mashes of berries.)

Countless fingers. The hand that controls the steering wheel. Betting wheels. Mashes of berries. Cleopatra.

Countless fingers. The wind roared around the maniac hotel.

Fingers weaved. The crush of ecstasy. Pursuit. Happiness.

Mashes of berries.

Our eyes held in Love.

(The End.)