#1
I was a member of swinger's clubs downtown before the Challenger exploded.
I've been metaphysically single for 22 years, so it was chance at
free sex with free wives and when so many appendages are there for the taking, no one runs rampant with bravado.
Highballs and Rum Cannonballs, surfing the waves, Thoreau-ly
enjoying myself and Emmerson the women in my wits.
Fast Times at the Clifton Bar Association.

I was dating a peach of a plummish girl from the wrong side of the tracks.
I've always flashed my degree in Bad Ass from the School of Hardknocks to everyone and I've always spilled my snake guts onto carpets but this girl actually lived it.
I must've written 213 poems about my stature.
All bullshit.
She never wrote about it and didn't need to.
Her walking to the corner store was already a vulgur display of what makes a
Poet Laurette of Back Alley's fanbase rush to the poll's on election day.
She celebrated her 18th with me.
A great age, for one can vote and buy a gun, so we celebrated it by shooting a hole through a ballot.
"Take that proposition 42!"
Bush, Gore, Nader, Chuck and David Spader.
Forget about it - We voted Malmecian that year.

I was laminating instruction manual covers down at Fueler in Whitman when
I heard the news of her death.
I called off the next two days and took a train to Lennox Cemetery.
I packed two umbrellas, my DKY shirts and a tie for both days.
It was sad, but during the service I couldn't help but stare at my watch.
Phone call to Mark Spitz at the 23rd street branch at 4:30.
Cost-efficient machines and how to expand there use in the division.
Her mother had asked me to say a few words, so I sluggishly inched to the podium.
I could write like a motherfucker back when I was spending money I didn't have, and these days I could barely write congratulatory letters to distant cousins graduating from High School, or take notes at seminars, or write angry
community column rebuttals in the Dayton Daily News.
Walking up there was like attempting to convince the world to go Greene.
Or like preaching the promises of water tap filters circa 1989.
So I spoke fast and I spoke with truth:
"Amelia was....a girl."

I walked head down right out of that Church and caught a cab back to my hotel.
In bed that night I tried to bury the thought of dead 'ole worm-eaten Amelia by watching television.
I hate sitcoms.
But I give credit to studios for taking chances with them again and opting to can most reality shows.
I mean, who wants to deal with terrible people and then go home and watch terrible people on television?
Poor advice.
Last edited by stellar_legs at Jun 23, 2008,
#2
hahaha. Loved the Transcendentalism allusions throughout and I still admire to no end your ability to fuck up and play with colloquial language and phrases, it's great.

No crit here sorry. However, I will say that I loved it, yet again.
#3
Incredible, as per usual. So much to connect with. You're like a magnet.

I wish you'd stop writing in that tiny text, though.
#5
Thanks guys.


I've been in a creative slump for months now. I feel like I'm just now getting ou of it.


I may stop writing in that tiny text.
Maybe.
Poor advice.
#6
Ha, very funny read. I like the way you use common speak in your writing, instead of trying to make it sound overly sophisticated by throwing vocab at us. I also enjoyed the red neck dictionary style inclusion of Thoreau and Emerson.
On the eight day we spoke back...

let there be sound.
#7
But I give credit to studios for taking chances with them again and opting to can most reality shows.
I mean, who wants to deal with terrible people and then go home and watch terrible people on television?


I wish that could be said for the UK.
#8
You already know what I think.
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