Saturday, August 13, 2011
at first, i thought it
at first, i thought it was some sort of a sea anenome ... but upon closer inspection, i realized it was a funky ball of tits from outer space.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
steep this stupid hill
ever since the divorce
i've really let myself go
i sit up here, by the window
and watch the traffic
stuttering below.
i exhale remorse.
i inhale cheap bordeaux
from an old-fashioned glass.
i let the hours pass
while i drink glass after glass after glass.
my mother cried when i told her.
she, watching me getting older,
is really getting older,
but still is here
to cry at things i've told her.
"oh dear, or dear," she said.
"it's fine," i said,
"i'm here still"
but it's heavy, this thing on my shoulder
and steep, this lonely hill.
i've really let myself go
i sit up here, by the window
and watch the traffic
stuttering below.
i exhale remorse.
i inhale cheap bordeaux
from an old-fashioned glass.
i let the hours pass
while i drink glass after glass after glass.
my mother cried when i told her.
she, watching me getting older,
is really getting older,
but still is here
to cry at things i've told her.
"oh dear, or dear," she said.
"it's fine," i said,
"i'm here still"
but it's heavy, this thing on my shoulder
and steep, this lonely hill.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
the T
So, a couple of weeks ago--around Labor Day, I guess--I was making up for lost time at the day job, just getting moving on the first leg of some marathon stretch.
I got to this board down on Taylor, near the corner of Turk. I was setting up in front of the plywood barrier, and I noticed a T-shirt hanging there, draped over the top of the board. I tried to knock it down with my broom, so I could get started, but it was all stiff, and stuck on there pretty good.
It took a couple extra heaves and a jump-shot to get it, but the thing came down well enough. A large half-dried turd rolled free when the shirt hit the ground, opening as it hit the sidewalk. The cloth was smeared with crusty streaks.
Someone must have shat in the shirt and then wiped with it, I thought.
They probably rolled it up and tried to toss it up and over the wall, but it just got stuck up there, and the sun melted it and baked it and dried it.
I swept the shirt and its contents off the curb and into the gutter. I turned back to the board and tried to sweep the shirt from my mind as well.
I had plenty of work ahead of me.
I heard some shouting off to my right. Halfway up the block, A middle-aged black man with a malformed right arm threw a left jab into an old she-crackhead's face. His knuckles landed on her cheek with a flaccid 'smack.'
I got to this board down on Taylor, near the corner of Turk. I was setting up in front of the plywood barrier, and I noticed a T-shirt hanging there, draped over the top of the board. I tried to knock it down with my broom, so I could get started, but it was all stiff, and stuck on there pretty good.
It took a couple extra heaves and a jump-shot to get it, but the thing came down well enough. A large half-dried turd rolled free when the shirt hit the ground, opening as it hit the sidewalk. The cloth was smeared with crusty streaks.
Someone must have shat in the shirt and then wiped with it, I thought.
They probably rolled it up and tried to toss it up and over the wall, but it just got stuck up there, and the sun melted it and baked it and dried it.
I swept the shirt and its contents off the curb and into the gutter. I turned back to the board and tried to sweep the shirt from my mind as well.
I had plenty of work ahead of me.
I heard some shouting off to my right. Halfway up the block, A middle-aged black man with a malformed right arm threw a left jab into an old she-crackhead's face. His knuckles landed on her cheek with a flaccid 'smack.'
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