Saturday, September 24, 2005



Sylvania, you are a lightbulb
300 watts, so very bright
But the coils in your bulb are shattered
I shake you, I hear them
And I see them roll about
You will never glow again
I'm sorry
But I like your reflector
And those two prongs in your back
You can live on my desk
For now.

3 comments:

  1. Wow. That's :choke: beautiful. Sweet Sylvania, poor Sylvania. Aye, that be an elegy worthy a women of her stature.

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  2. That was more moving than anything I've ever read about light bulbs. I thank you.

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  3. I don't think I will ever again be able to switch off a light without feeling anxious about the light's ability to turn on again. That was brilliant, Andrew. Bravo.

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