Friday, November 21, 2008

nice tour, bad onion rings

The ghost tour was fine, something to be more appreciated in a warmer season. I'm still trying to get the feeling back into my fingers and toes.

There were some similarities between this tour and a ghost tour was on several years ago in Gettysburg. Both tours were organized by the same man but the fact that some of the stories carried certain similarities was rather...ODD.

After the tour I got a bite to eat a local chain restaurant. The onion rings were, as my nephews like to say "disgusting".

I think I will do Fredericksburg again sometime but in the summer months and definitely will try to stay at a B&B in the historic downtown scene. I'm sure the onion rings will be better there,

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away