Tuesday, March 15, 2005

good grief charlie brown

cricket, you thought you were a super-hero
but you found out it was just a poster pin-up dialogue
that kept you hanging on; long gone
staging to an audience was just a fantasy
golden curled days were yours to discover
still you let them slide into bottomless drinks
and other blank experiences of small-town
escapist tendencies; on the beach, lying on the beach
with suntans and blanket symmetry, watching waves
lapping, laughing silently at your immobility
sweet fuckers, with burnt tongues licking hot cunts
laugh and daydream and trip through another night
gnawing marrows in your mind, drawing time
like its nothing but a pencil line, erasable and carbon
melting arctic ice-caps, gold-caps, everything has gone to shit,
so suck off another nib; metal teeth don't leave stains,
still morbid: always worthy
inspire me

3 bric à brac

Blogger Laura said...

Pistachio! Kidding, I don't know you, but I enjoy your (cricket cunt) writing - validate - validate - validate - so I'll try to make it a point to validate you more often ;)

1:19 AM  
Blogger Carly said...

I really, really like the first line.

1:24 AM  
Blogger Karen said...

Thank you both for being kind enough to satisfy my self-promotional demands :) I realize that I couldn't be more obnoxious, outright asking people for feedback.

It does feel good when people leave a little something in return though.

1:31 PM  

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