December 2010
i've decided;
i’m just gonna scare everyone away.
abra, cadabra, alprazolam.
my brain may be broke, but i don’t give a damn.
supper
was pretty fuckin’ funny. pops was right, she really is startin’ to lose it, growin’ a little senile, losin’ the times’n just plain’ goin’ outta style. fortunately though, she’d set a goal to prepare an impressive meal, a feat she quite nobly accomplished. turkey, stuffin’, cranberry salad, potato salad, bourbon sweet potatoes, green beans, finished off with a slice of strawberry cake, hand...
and so,
i’ve made it to murray. a milligram of alprazolam and one steeldriver’s album later, my plane landed in paducah, with my pops waitin’ at the gate for me.
just a hug, a couple jokes, a few smiles, and i could tell by the look in his eyes he’d been drinkin’ a bit, so we had a good laugh about that. from the few minutes i’ve had to deal with ‘er so far, it’s pretty understandable.
i turn on the...
it was twenty-eight degrees,
eighteen in the wind, when my plane touched down in chicago at 10:16 on christmas morning. and i already want a cigarette.
i’m on my way from richmond to an airport in paducah, kentucky, that serves three flights daily, all to o’hare in chicago. flew into central time and snaked an extra hour, turnin’ what should’a been a pretty quick layover into a seemingly eternal purgatory of half-familiar...
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eurgh.
and like a time bomb…
…i wait.
"romani eunt domus"
I am here, perched in mind, but stooped in form, nestled in a heart of her shining people. Wolfing down my mini-mart Mexican like granite soaks up water No Smoking in this Area. Ha!- I cry, as I spark a Red in giddy protest. I have been here long enough to let ‘em suck the blood from my ankles. Shirking away, venom of my very vital vigilance, to urinate in an alley behind the home of A...
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i really
need to figure out how to use this shit better.
ten thousand monkeys with ten thousand typewriters…
