More Poems:
25.
I spilled frozen sangria- then slushy- on my corduroy shorts. Travis
kicked me over in my chair, and I decided to just hold on
and let myself fall into the grass. Sitting there, legs hanging over the chair
on the grass
hearing them laughing at me while
I
was laughing at me too,
I felt kinda happy.
Then I got up.
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SUDDENLY UTAH
Hours spent in some bar
talking about what
people don't want. Two here. I wanted to be in that bar,
or that bedroom or living room or time
when things were happening
dammit. Fuck, others coiling down into the carpet
with warm
electronic flames. I get cold.
I'd gladly to pay you Tuesday...some spinach in the fridge, alfredo
now gone
with box tossed, a glass of brown iced tea. I crash into
owning a sofa. See little magic
tufts of hair drop
down from behind her ears. Soda. A package of balloons, with those faded colors
like pink and blue and yellow; red gets demoted to absent.
I gotta collar, a hat and a jacket. Shoes and jeans and I'm sitting, here I
rest my case
on the bench. Some fat guy with an i-pod is eating Sun Chips, which seems weird; Sun Chips are the 'healthy' chip. I figure he's got his reasons, and we're both headed to the city in about ten minutes. The blonde girl next to me is a brunet, and the shoes she's wearing become sandals- quickly. Up the floral dress, and eyes lock and she's fifty or older, and the ground gives way; red dirt, Colorado or suddenly Utah. I make no mistake, because to do so at this point would be wholly detrimental. A tall man, who appears to be a conductor (of an orchestra, not a train- though neither are present at present) raises his rubber chicken, and tells me with a thick Swedish accent that
the associations are the steering wheel
is
going sideways and I hold on,
I grab his shoulder and start vomiting.
Back at the train station:
This time the blonde girl is blonde.
25.
I spilled frozen sangria- then slushy- on my corduroy shorts. Travis
kicked me over in my chair, and I decided to just hold on
and let myself fall into the grass. Sitting there, legs hanging over the chair
on the grass
hearing them laughing at me while
I
was laughing at me too,
I felt kinda happy.
Then I got up.
___________________________________________
SUDDENLY UTAH
Hours spent in some bar
talking about what
people don't want. Two here. I wanted to be in that bar,
or that bedroom or living room or time
when things were happening
dammit. Fuck, others coiling down into the carpet
with warm
electronic flames. I get cold.
I'd gladly to pay you Tuesday...some spinach in the fridge, alfredo
now gone
with box tossed, a glass of brown iced tea. I crash into
owning a sofa. See little magic
tufts of hair drop
down from behind her ears. Soda. A package of balloons, with those faded colors
like pink and blue and yellow; red gets demoted to absent.
I gotta collar, a hat and a jacket. Shoes and jeans and I'm sitting, here I
rest my case
on the bench. Some fat guy with an i-pod is eating Sun Chips, which seems weird; Sun Chips are the 'healthy' chip. I figure he's got his reasons, and we're both headed to the city in about ten minutes. The blonde girl next to me is a brunet, and the shoes she's wearing become sandals- quickly. Up the floral dress, and eyes lock and she's fifty or older, and the ground gives way; red dirt, Colorado or suddenly Utah. I make no mistake, because to do so at this point would be wholly detrimental. A tall man, who appears to be a conductor (of an orchestra, not a train- though neither are present at present) raises his rubber chicken, and tells me with a thick Swedish accent that
the associations are the steering wheel
is
going sideways and I hold on,
I grab his shoulder and start vomiting.
Back at the train station:
This time the blonde girl is blonde.