I've been listening to a lot of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds lately, and I've definitely been a bit more inspired because of them. It's pretty obvious in this piece, which has gone through no revision whatsoever, much like all of my other stuff.
Micheal's Quest
Micheal was a meek man of twenty-three
he seemed to be fresh off the funny farm
by the way he walked with a mean twist in his hip
down the sidewalk to the local dollar store
there, he'd stumble through the aisles
his hand guiding him along knock-off
brand chocolate-flavored candies
until he'd arrive at a suitable three-liter bottle of orange soda
he'd grab the bottle with both hands and
make his way to Mindy
she was always behind the register
when he was there
with her dolled-up fat face and her grey
hair, her eyelids blue with glitter
and her lips would drip with pink lipstick
and she'd muster all the love she had left to give
and ask little Mikey, “Is that all?”
It always was.
Micheal was never much for small talk
or, for that matter, nutrition
he'd drip a greasy hand into his sweatpants pocket
and fish out one dollar fifty
after the bag rip incident a few years back
he'd always ask for double plastic bags
so his precious life syrup would never spill onto
the crosswalk and spray his eyes again
he really loved orange soda, but you see,
he'd prefer to see as he
walked the quarter-mile home
switching the bags from hand to hand
and when he'd stop outside his door
he'd sit on the steps and open his bottle
and Micheal, not planning on sharing
would drink straight from the bottle
he'd sit and drink from the three-liter bottle
until it was empty
and his stomach couldn't manage to keep it all in
and he'd vomit on himself.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Serious(ly shitty) Haiku
I know haiku are not supposed to be subjective, but I came up with these while peeling potatoes at my dead-end job, and I was feeling a bit like a cog.
1.
The chickens who scratch
at barnyard dirt for thrown corn
scratch for bigger beasts
2.
We are pigeons flocked
to open food waste dumpsters
praying for french fries
3.
Drunk man remembers
debauchery of the night
mad-dash to restroom
4.
Potato peeler
small specks of ground on his hands
thinks: "my lot in life"
1.
The chickens who scratch
at barnyard dirt for thrown corn
scratch for bigger beasts
2.
We are pigeons flocked
to open food waste dumpsters
praying for french fries
3.
Drunk man remembers
debauchery of the night
mad-dash to restroom
4.
Potato peeler
small specks of ground on his hands
thinks: "my lot in life"
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