Posts tagged ‘boys’

February 24, 2013

It’s Only Working (No Breaks)

Adele does not understand sarcasm.  She came right out and told us.  We said Yeah Right!

Alex.  I guess.  Left early.  I guess.  He had permission.  I guess.  He left us.  I guess.  He is serving drinks at the 1029 again.  I guess.  Everyone was drunk at this time and it was annoying.  Again I guess.

Joe makes a joke about acne and priests cumming on 14 year old boys.  My face is be-speckled.  I tell him a prick joke involving a condom and a cockpit.  Joe is a dick.  I nicked that joke from Fight Club.  We speak in passing.  We were in the kitchen.  We were in the shit.

 

***

Sometime before he was at work.  Sometime when he was at home.

He goes to a house in La Crescent.  It is a nondescript winter night.  There are rows of houses around with no lights.  He is alone in the dark.  He is out of sight.

The sky is a deep blue-black from lack of light pollution and populous of stars and planets spinning in confusion.

A television is on.  The sound is muted.

Light flickers.  He is in a living room.  Years ago a woman succumb here quietly screaming.  She had brain cancer.  She had lamented in her shortened days.  He reminisced.

He remembered the future:

 

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July 15, 2012

Her Name is Taken (part 1)

Her Name is Taken

 

Hard times are had when trying to not think of her.

Usually reading about the past, objectively.

Although that is subjective.

 

Imagination working overtime for peanuts.

 

Thoughts twist, bend, and crawl-toward me.

Hands outstretched.

Buzzing, like high, like climbing up the wall.

 

Like goodbye and don’t call.

Like Goodbye, don’t call.

 

Please.

 

Ring, ring, ring.

 

If looks could kill, the world would end at her feet.

If wits could kill, she should try to keep her mouth shut as to save us all.

 

She walks, talks, and knows everything.

 

A little girl looking for purity and compassion.

A boy in the same boat.

Imagining life-

Where only good things happen, and most decent things stay afloat.

 

Falling into view, though, my eyes frequently gaze to stall.

Everywhere, and all

Everywhere, and all.

Seeing everything and all.

 

Most hardly notice.

 

Blink, and the picture is lost…

 

Gone like the sun after dusk.

 

Like the wind.

 

So close to capturing a mythological being, but the wrought was for naught.

She’s a shapeshifter and compulsive drifter.

 

And she didn’t come with any of the special features neither.

 

Tug of war between teacher and believer.

Words and silence.

 

Diligent preacher lying for leisure.

Pupils to closed eyelids.

 

But the problem is meager.

Just meager.

 

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Um, yeah…

What were we talking about again?