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Eddie Kilowatt |
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Saturday Morning Wiseman I remember the exact moment that I realized that my body would always be in a state of constant evolution. peeing into a toilet trying to aim at the center to make the most bass echo throughout the porcelain, it occurred to me that my stream of urine landing bubbly in the water had gotten much larger. I shook my head, wisely and said out loud, "Well, you're growing up now. I guess you'll have to deal with the things all men deal with, like bigger pee." then I breathed deep, filling my chest with the air that only men with beards and rolled up shirt sleeves, coffee mugs, morning papers, softball leagues and gasoline powered chainsaws were allowed to breath. then I put on my blanky as a cape and walked into the living room to lay on the couch and watch cartoons the forecast tire trenches scarred the seamless white dew and I just looked out, inside the warm neon with my beer buzz. Al Green wants me to come and take her and I want to leave her as she is, whoever she is. admiring her, without the tarnish of my hands without the cancer of my eyes. Rolling Rock in my hand. the beer I drink when I'm camping. and I wish I was right now. tonight, I'll sleep on the floor blanket and pillow heaped together huddled around the heat register, missing the complete discomfort. hold me, bed of sickles. [Index] |
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Thunder Sandwich #26 - Summer/Fall 2005 |
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