Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Stop slamming the fucking door (an exercise in resisting closure)

Setting:

three walls of transparent plastic covering brown bag insulation striped with red wood
one wall of massive sliding windows, taped blue x's for safety
digression: "Safety does not come first. Goodness, truth, and beauty come first" - the prime of miss jean brodie (1969)
digression-digression: 1969 was the year after 1968 the year in which cosmogonic myths of social disturbance were born. burn her inside her vehicle and remember to support small business.

Tapestry plywood floor, massage table, two beds, two chairs, one white dresser covered in cellophane
plastic sheeting over electrical wiring on raked wood ceiling.

Well, Gloria, ahem, excuse my forwardness but as I recall blue duct tape was featured in VOGUE of Fall Two Thousand Eight.....

Motherfathersisterpullouthergutsslidethemuphisanusworkitspitsomelubemotherbecarefulofmynipplesyeahharderharder
confessyouturnedonthegasinthechamberthepoorcurlyheadedjewishboysfloggingthensuckingimnotwetyet

Face up in a skeleton of potential luxury. My house is beautiful, it is a skeleton framed by sunshine lavender and white roses. Four vegan restaurants on the same street, and in the middle flows a river of carrot beet apple puree, the new golden-skinned generation sucks it through biodegradable straws right off the sidewalk and we only vomit on sundays.

FAITH THROUGH ALLITERATION
(fortune, fairy-tales)

3 comments:

  1. hm you read that and you think "marriage?" we are different.

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  2. I want to be with both of you forever.
    But instead of marriage vows I will cannibalize you so there is no possibility of a messy divorce.

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