In a parking lot pissing behind a toyota rav4
27th October 2009I kept telling myself: you would be very correct. I kept telling myself, TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT THAT SHIT HAPPENS. Tonight is the night. I started singing Bella Notte badly. I kept telling myself: when I was alone, I looked away! when I was together … I was never together! Ha ha, I kept telling myself.
I kept telling myself: FOR ONCE THE WORLD WILL BE GOT!
My shoe smelt like dung. I had stepped on a pie. I kept telling myself: this is okay, it must start out shitty if it’s to get better. I kept telling myself: STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF, MYSELF! TURN YOUR POEMS INTO PROSE! TURN YOUR APPLES INTO ALBUMS! COLLECT ALL THE SWEETS OF THIS WORLD! HIRE INFANTS TO NURSE YOUR BOOBIES! FIRE YOUR BREAST MILK INTO THE SKY! SAY HELLO TO SAM AND DAN FOR ME! Stop carrying on like a birthday cake. Stop hoping.
28th October 2009 at 6:06 am
“Stop carrying on like a birthday cake. Stop hoping.”
The turn of phrase makes me happy. The meaning makes me sad. Love it.
28th October 2009 at 1:29 pm
Got to agree with Rose, those last two sentences work well.
28th October 2009 at 8:45 pm
The choppy and schizoid nature of your phrasing here appeals to me greatly. Wonderfully troubling.
29th October 2009 at 12:16 am
Thank you, handsome boys. I think I just ovulated.