revolving altars...alter the mood.
whatever became of him i sometimes catch myself wondering where he ran off to or whether or not he still lives with that underprotective career mother in that apartment that seemed too thin for his seemingly anorexic looking body and i was much heavier than him so i sqoooooze thru the halls to his room where as bored 12 y/o's we stared and the crumpled pages of recovered 1980's Playboy magazines and colored in the tan lines w/Sharpee markers and played Super Nintendo until dawn when we would ride our bikes to the construction sites & break into nearly completed houses to steal shit we didn't need and climb onto the roofs to watch the Nevada sunrises then turn around to stare at the mountains of Tahoe and wonder if we were the only two kids our age who appreciated beautiful things like this and still had enough awe to fathom just how wonderful and appreciated Death would be at that point...
last i hear--oh many years ago...back when i'm deep in the throes of ugly pill zombie phase he's a heroin addict begging me to come home, if only so we can die together, maybe something we promised each other staring at the sky, six a.m. on a Tuesday morning when we were twelve years old.
whatever became of him i sometimes catch myself wondering where he ran off to or whether or not he still lives with that underprotective career mother in that apartment that seemed too thin for his seemingly anorexic looking body and i was much heavier than him so i sqoooooze thru the halls to his room where as bored 12 y/o's we stared and the crumpled pages of recovered 1980's Playboy magazines and colored in the tan lines w/Sharpee markers and played Super Nintendo until dawn when we would ride our bikes to the construction sites & break into nearly completed houses to steal shit we didn't need and climb onto the roofs to watch the Nevada sunrises then turn around to stare at the mountains of Tahoe and wonder if we were the only two kids our age who appreciated beautiful things like this and still had enough awe to fathom just how wonderful and appreciated Death would be at that point...
last i hear--oh many years ago...back when i'm deep in the throes of ugly pill zombie phase he's a heroin addict begging me to come home, if only so we can die together, maybe something we promised each other staring at the sky, six a.m. on a Tuesday morning when we were twelve years old.
seantastic:
HEY I had that happen to me once. But it was a turtle and the dollar was painted red instead.
cherrysodap0p:
i like how you place your words