Forgotten cigarettes burning away in the ashtray. “Yeah, ‘Val’ is fine. Either way. I answer to both.” Or all three, if you’re talking about slipping in a fractal of a syllabel of something that sorta sounds like my name. Sorta sounds like or looks like the relaxed shape of a “V” on your lips. Fingertips. Man, your shit is stuck in my hair. My mane. My name. And could you scream a little louder in my ear? I can’t hear you over your perfume. Intoxicating, it is. Colon. Closed parenthesis.
“I’m at Hardee’s. Where else would I be?” Damned roast beef gonna be the miacardial infarction of me. MIA. Arrest on the end. Or maybe it’s “accute.” One of the two. Take a left on that street. “Um, I can’t if I’m heading east.” That’s right. “So take a right, then?” Nevermind. Just go through the light. Why are you scratching like that? Dude. Don’t even ask. But guess who I ran into last week. Semi-colon. Closed parenthesis.
Tail light. Flash light. Come on, Festus. Don’t fail me now. And, how the fuck am I supposed to get that out and keep it whole to give it back? Maybe that’s just its home. Oh. That? It’s my sword. Incredulous. “You play with toys?” “I thought I’d said as much.” Blank stare. Just capitalize on the hair. No. Don’t stare. At me. Fuck. I forgot to eat. Again. No, it wasn’t a joke. Colon. Capital D.
All I saw was a two dollar transaction fee. Sure, I’ll accept. Is there a choice in the matter of which I’m unaware? ‘Cause as far as I can see this is the only choice you’re giving me. Nah. I don’t need a receipt. Funny how I comes before E except after C. See, I told ya that’s how it would go. “Well…do you cut?” No, man. You know me better than that. It’s not something that comes natural to me. But your arms? What about ‘em? It’s work, man. I’m tellin’ ya. It’s just work, the boxes. Thin. Cardboard. Cuts. Skin. ”Damn, dude. Watch where the fuck you’re going. You don’t see me standing here or something?” I just need some air. I just need to breathe. I hate this song, anyway. Colon. Open parentheses. I have no idea why I can’t understand a smile donned horizontally.
(April 16, 2008)
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