Stories published by Oberon

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Oberon

Columbus of Fifth Avenue

To Barbara, with thanks

There was something in her eyes, - A bird's wing taking flight, A whale's fluke slapping on the surface As it slid beneath the waves, - That made me turn, And follow In the night. There was a rustle in the leaves, A sigh, A hoot owl, Urging me To syncopate My footsteps With her undulating hips. And when she stopped, And turned, And said, "Hello," The heavens opened And the sky Poured...Read On

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Tom's Notebook, or, The Misadventures of an Unrepentant Souse

Introduction Tom opened the lone curtain in his rented, basement room. His head as he looked out the window was a foot above the ground. A patch of grass, a tree trunk, and a strip of sidewalk was his view. It rained. A wet dog ran around the tree. When Tom tapped his window pane, the dog stopped, ran toward him, lifted its hind leg, and peed. Tom watched the urine dribble down the glass...Read On

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Drive

Driving down your highway To your city of red night, I lose myself in gently falling rain. Neon lights the sky And I am home, At sea, Inside your eyes, Adrift in laughter from the radio. Your face, The windshield, Traffic streaming by - The sound of tires on the highway Drums the rhythm of your heart into my soul. I am the steering wheel. I am the car. And you, ...Read On

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The Extravagant Red Dress

The red dress in the window Of the shop in Chelsea Near the restaurant I saw you in, Whispered as I passed by in the street: "Dare," the wind blew in my ear. I could feel the dress embrace me As I caught a glimpse of myself in your eyes, When you stood at your table, Smiled extravagantly, And invited me to sit. There is a clutch of midnight blue Wrapped up in tissue paper In...Read On

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Katie and the Goldfish

“She’s out there, five in the morning, banging every pot we own to try and get me up." April slid her arm from underneath the sheet and reached for her cigarettes. The package on the night table was empty. “You got a smoke?" she asked. "I'm out.” She rolled on her side and tapped the shoulder of the man lying beside her in the bed. “Hey,” she said, “I’m talking to you. Can I have...Read On

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The Language Virus

Language is a virus from outer space. - William S. Burroughs

I know when you're at your computer. I sense your hot breath on the screen. I detect the piquant perfume of your perspiration. It is erotic to me. I feel your fingers as they softly stroke the buttons of your mouse and casually caress your keys. Your life is written in your fingerprints, secrets sewn in every swirl. I can read them like a book. Your skin leaves oily residue containing...Read On

Stories by oberon

Columbus of Fifth Avenue

Tom's Notebook, or, The Misadventures of an Unrepentant Souse

Drive

The Extravagant Red Dress

Katie and the Goldfish

The Language Virus