June 2011
12 posts
I LIKE TO PLAY THE GAME LA BAMBA WHERE I WATCH LA BAMBA BACK TO BACK FOREVER
YOU LOSE WHEN YOU STOP WATCHING
THE REST OF THE TIME IS UNINTERRUPTED TRIUMPH
SOMEONE IS INSIDE YOU AND THEY ARE USING YOUR VOICE TO SAY DUMB THINGS
GET THEM OUT
YOU FALL INTO A PIT OF SNARLING TONY DANZAS
YOU TOUCH YOUR HAIR AND GIGGLE
YOU RENOUNCE PHYSICAL PROPERTY
YOU DO IMPRESSIONS OF THE WIND
YOU SNEAK AMONG THE ZEBRA
YOU LEARN TO SMELL LIKE DIRT
YOU DISAGREE WITH A LAMPPOST AND LAUGH WILDLY TO YOURSELF ON PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION
YOU DID A LOT OF THINGS TODAY
LA BAMBA!
YOU WAKE UP ON THE DANCEFLOOR
THE WORLD IS BREAKING
IT IS BEING DROWNED IN GOLD AND BRASS AND
THE BLACK OF RAPID TUXEDOS
A THOUSAND CHAMPAGNE ANGLES AND
THE OPAL GLARE OF GHASTLY SMILES
A SMALL WHIRLWIND BEGINS TO TWIST WITHIN
YOU WAKE UP AND THERE ARE VIOLINS
PEOPLE EATING YOGURT WITH GRAVE FACES AND OTHER MINOR INCONGRUITIES OF THE MODERN WORLD
LIKE THE EMPTY EXPRESSIONS OF MEN AND WOMEN POISED BEHIND THE WHEELS OF THEIR CARS AND WHY ARE THEY EXPRESSIONLESS
ARE THEY PRETENDING TO BE A PART OF THEIR VEHICLE
LIKE KATY PERRY’S “FIREWORK” PUMPING ME UP SO QUICKLY I TIP FROM HAPPY DIRECTLY INTO VIOLENT AND AGGRESSIVE
I AM SO HAPPY...
WHAT IF EYE CONTACT WAS FATAL
SOMETIMES I IMAGINE SWINGING FROM ONE OF YR BRAIDED PONY TAILS AND I’M TOO SCARED TO JUMP OFF INTO THE WATER
BUT THEN YOU MOUTH “DO IT” AND YR GLISTENING LIPS CATCH THE SUN AND I JUMP
THIRTY COORS LIGHT CANS ARE LIFTED IN CELEBRATION AND YOU JUMP TOO
AND FIND ME IN THE WATER
HE’S HOWLING IN THE PINES
HE’S HOLDING THE WIND IN HIS HANDS
HE’S REMEMBERING MOUTHS
THAT KISSED HIM AND
HOW SHE LOOKED AT THE EARLIEST
DARK ANSWER
TPHD VS BRAUTIGAN
