i know what synesthesia is but there has gotta be a word for this:
'i just looked at angelina jolie's face and smelt cocaine'
right? what is that? it just happened and it was pretty
fantastic if not a bit too dramatic for the moment
is it correct that 'happy endings' are only for stories
that haven't ended yet?
(equally asinine)
you sit drinking tea you over-steeped
you decide to make coffee
you are writing poetry about writing poetry
and drawing a drawing of your hand drawing a drawing
of your hand drawing a drawing
you are thinking 'boring' whilst grinning
you decide to wait at least five more minutes before masturbating
i once knew an older girl or a young woman who could fold her napkins
into penguins
the thing is this: you cannot do it more than once yet
you can't only do it once, it's
a problem
i swear by peter pan
you vomit into a trashcan while waiting for the last bus to come
scoop you up,
you wipe away smelly liquid from your lips with your hand,
you feel no different
neither better nor worse just a bit sick
if anything you are happy to be a bit distracted, if
even for a moment divided by one second
you know you're old when you can't remember being young
except for the magic
my blood is carrying the contents of somebody's medicine cabinet
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment